The second he walked through the door and his gaze landed on Chris, his breath caught in his throat. If someone had asked Seth his name at that moment, he doubted he would have been able to answer.
Chris was smoking hot in a tight blue V-neck shirt and an even tighter pair of faded button-flies. His denim-encased thighs flexed as he moved and Seth desperately tried to tear away his gaze. Nope. Didn’twork. God, is drool coming out of my mouth? He quickly brushed his hand across his lips, relieved to find them dry. Seth finally met Chris’s gaze and unconsciously took a step back at the intense desire radiating from him.
Chris smirked as if he knew the effect he had on him and reached for his hand just as Seth moved to take another backward step. His hand encircled Seth’s wrist and held him in place. “Hey,” he murmured. “Don’t go anywhere. The night’s just beginning.”
Seth’s heart raced as Chris let go of his wrist and take his hand.
“Ready?”