The hand on his neck drifted down between his shoulder blades, then scratched softly along his back. “It’s okay,” Zack murmured as he traced the curve of Trevor’s spine. “To be honest, I’m not sure I want to hear it. It’s always a crapshoot when you’re up against an ex. Either you’re worlds better or you fall short—there’s no middle ground.”
With a shaky laugh, Trevor shook his head. “You’re losing me here. I feel like you’re off and running and I’m just being dragged along for the ride.”
Zack grinned at him. “I do move a bit fast.” His hand rested on Trevor’s back, almost uncomfortably warm through his dress shirt. “I didn’t mean to trigger your defenses, really. But I’ve always had this thing for redheads. When I saw you, I did a double take—I swear! I had to take a chance on you, feel
