By the time Jeff pulled into the drive, Chad was pacing the living room, frustration building with each step. He couldn’t get Jeff out of his head and he wasn’t sure he could go another night pretending he wanted to be only friends, when all he could think about was burying himself inside Jeff. Deep inside.
The bell rang and he yanked open the door.
Jeff’s eyes widened and he tilted his head to the side. “You okay?”
Chad nodded. “I’ve got the paint chip in my pocket. Let’s go.” He stepped outside and practically stomped to the truck.
“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” Jeff asked as he slid into the driver’s seat and waited for Chad to buckle up.
“Nothing.”
“Of course.” He shook his head. “Okay then, let’s go shopping for rugs.” Jeff put the truck in reverse and backed out of the dri
