Chapter 5Otis pushed open the door to the Cup ‘o Sugar. The scent of coffee and chocolate was overwhelming, and unease built in his chest when he noticed most tables were taken.
Zev was sitting at a table close to the counter. An electric current shot through Otis when he found him and noticed Zev studying him with a crooked smile.
Slowly he walked over to the table and sat across from Zev. “Hi.”
“Did you sleep well?” The way Zev grinned made him run a hand over his hair. Did he have a bedhead? He had brushed it before hurrying out, had he not? Maybe it was yesterday. He’d hurried then too, eager to get to the bar to see if Zev was there.
Shit, he was acting like a schoolboy in love.
“I don’t sleep. I’m dead.”
Zev pursed his lips. “So it’s not only that you can’t go out, you can’t wa
