Chapter 11
Sean had expected Dane to feel more comfortable in his home but he looked downright nervous when he walked into the kitchen after locking the door and pulling off his shoes. Sean poured him a shot—poured himself one, too—and Dane took it immediately. Then they stood there, Sean in his hoodie, Dane in his plain black shirt.
“Nice place,” said Dane, and Sean set his shot glass down.
“Bedroom’s upstairs. Come on.” He felt hands on his ass as he topped the stairs and opened the door. When he looked back over his shoulder, Dane pounced, grabbing Sean’s jaw and dragging their lips together. Sean turned to kiss back, the awkward tension leaving both of them and replaced with a different sort of tension entirely. Dane tasted of alcohol, smelled like smoke from the house they’d burned
