Three months later
Hunter’s father, Mr. Oliver Donahue, cleared his throat and both Hunter and Evan blushed and turned away from each other. They had been invited to dinner by Hunter’s parents and Mr. Donahue had tried many times to initiate a conversation with them, but for the life of them they couldn’t tell what he was trying to say, having eyes and ears for each other only.
“I’m sorry,” Evan said, and he added, sotto voce, to Hunter’s father while his eyes never left Hunter, “I’m quite taken by your son’s dimples.”
Hunter laughed out loud at that, purposely making his dimples look even more pronounced. His mind went back to the previous night when they were entangled with each other in his bed. Evan had cupped his face, his former bad side, and Hunter had suddenly been attacked by i
