Before Greg can answer, their waitress approaches with glasses of water. “You guys ready to order?”
Trey doesn’t drop his gaze from Greg’s. “I know what I plan on having tonight. How about you?”
His suggestive tone hints at more than just dinner. Greg’s stomach flutters in nervous anticipation. “I’m ready if you are.”
* * * *
As they eat, the back room gradually fills with other diners, until they are no longer alone. Trey’s foot nestles alongside Greg’s. Every now and then, his hand disappears under the table and drifts to touch Greg’s knee. The way he watches Greg makes Greg feel as if he’s the only person in existence—everything he says earns him one of Trey’s sunshine grins, and there’s an infuriatingly cute flush coloring Trey’s cheeks. He stares at Greg, a hunger shining in his e
