Chapter 6
A real date. That’s what Mick had called it. Do this right. Like they’d done it all wrong before.
Maybe they had. They’d hit it off, they’d been attracted, and neither had acted on it until one of them had finally broken. Spencer had always assumed it would be him, though. Mick was too focused on his work, too good at partitioning himself. Yet, he’d been the one to find Jeremy’s attention unbearable, and he’d been the one to chase Spencer down when he’d tried walking away.
And the way he kissed…
Every time Spencer thought of that night, those stolen moments pressed against the cold wall, he got hard. The slightly bitter tang of Mick’s tongue, cool from the beer, had warmed within seconds of contact, eradicating all memory of the events inside the bar, erasing every hint that
