“It’s good beer,” Trevor said, taking a swig. As he leaned back to swallow, Zack laid his open palm on the top of Trevor’s head, fingers massaging gently into his scalp.
“It’s damn good beer,” Zack agreed. “You sure you don’t want to smoke? You can, you know.”
But Trevor shook his head. “Nathan used to say—my ex?” Zack’s grin turned sour, but Trevor pressed on. “He used to tell me that kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray.”
“That’s stupid,” Zack declared. “Proof that he’s an i***t, if letting someone like you get away wasn’t enough.” Seeing the color rise in Trevor’s face, he asked, “Are you blushing?”
“Just flushed,” Trevor admitted. “A little hot.”
Zack laughed at that. “I think you’re more than a little hot.” He leaned close, his breath cool on Trevor’s heated skin, and whis
