Chapter 8
It was the first nice evening Will had spent in quite a while. Corey’s smile dazzled him—the guy was constantly grinning, or laughing at something Will said, or snickering over his own silly jokes. His eyes sparkled with wit, and more than once Will glanced over to find Corey staring back at him, those eyes twinkling like the stars above.
They spent hours in a cozy tapas restaurant downtown, sitting close together around a small bistro table, Corey’s shoulder leaning against Will’s and one hand curved along Will’s thigh, the fingers angled into his lap. Will kept that hand low on his thigh, out of his crotch. He wanted something more than s*x, something more than flesh bought and paid for in the dark confines of his car. He wanted Corey’s hand in his, Corey’s head on his shoul
