Chapter 11
It felt like a dream. A really intense, long-awaited fantasy come to life, the kind where you asked someone to pinch you because there was no way it could be real, not with the kind of reality you were forced to live with every day.
But Jarrett’s hand was warm and dry in his, the memory of his mouth still emblazoned across every possible nerve ending. Eli knew he was a little uncomfortable using Trev’s apartment like this—he wasn’t so wrapped up in what was going on not to see the flares of jealousy that sparked between the two men—but the fact he’d agreed to stay just so they could be together had him hard as a rock.
Jarrett wanted him. Sure, maybe some of his motivations in staying stemmed from a kind of one-upmanship with Trev, but he wasn’t letting their past or their pro
