Chapter 6
Darien lifted one hand from the chair and dragged fingertips down Malcolm’s forearm. “So why don’t you tell me your name then?”
The touch on bare skin retraced its steps backwards, but it didn’t stop at its starting point below Malcolm’s elbow. Darien continued it, over biceps and shoulder, across collarbone to neck where he circled the hollow at base before sliding around to cup and knead. “As for the gay thing you would have already knocked me out by now if you were straight. Besides, I totally saw you checking out my crotch.”
Okay, Malcolm thought: it was official. He’d spent too many nights alone. When random strangers began to look like potentials, when his body was acting like a stirring bear, when he was starting to consider the offers laid in place by what had to be a mere figment of his imagination, it was time to start getting away from work more.