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“Can’t what?” Trey asks. Skirting the question, Greg glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “It’s getting late. I have to go.” “Wait.” Trey reaches for him, but Greg pulls back and tumbles over the edge of the bed to land heavily on the floor. “Greg, what is it? Tell me. What did I do?” “It’s not you.” Standing, Greg hauls up his jeans and tucks his erection down into his briefs. It takes two tries to get the zipper up over that bulge. He feels unclean for some reason, like he’s taken advantage of Trey in some way. Greg always saw him as a younger brother and this sudden intimacy is too much, too soon. He made that mistake with Antoine. He doesn’t want to do the same with Trey and risk losing whatever they could have together. He can’t take that chance. But it’s so hard to se