6
Troy
Thick silence filled Silas’s car interior. Troy sat in the passenger seat, hands on his thighs, his pulse thrumming as they drove toward Silas’s condo where they’d agreed to go since Troy had roommates.
Even though they’d shared a bit of personal s**t, Troy’s head warred with his choice. He couldn’t deny wanting what Silas promised or the magnetic pull between them, and Silas had escaped that box Troy had put him in.
Shit. Troy shifted on the leather beneath him. “I, um…never thanked you for last Friday night,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“My pleasure.”
Troy glanced over at Silas, his brow furrowed over yet another peek into Silas’s character. “But it wasn’t, was it?”
Silas met his gaze.
“Pleasure, I mean,” Troy added. “Because you didn’t take advantage of
