No matter how many times he told himself the hard part had been calling Jared for the second date, Rick couldn’t get over his excitement as he approached the studio. Going to a country bar was not his ideal, but Jared hadn’t even hesitated to accept, and didn’t throw a fuss afterward when he heard what kind of music. Rick had contemplated not sharing the details of why he wanted to go, but in the end, knew that neither one of them were the type to play games, even if Jared’s entire life was built on appearances.
He didn’t have to go upstairs. Jared waited on the sidewalk, looking like sin in denim, as he leaned against the wall. His long legs were encased in faded jeans, and he wore a dark green shirt left hanging over his waistband. He straightened as Rick approached, drawing Rick’s gaze
