Chapter 4
Luke walked off into the gents. After he’d finished he washed his hands, then ran his wet hands over his face. It was quite hard to accept that after all this time, all this pining, he’d finally got to kiss the man of his dreams and felt nothing. Not a glimmer of a twitch in his c**k. Not a flutter in his chest. Nothing. Not only that, the man was a complete arse and totally f****d up. He made his way back to the bar, spotting Alexander flirting with the women in the far corner. Max was propped by his elbows, sipping his juice.
“Want another?” Luke asked as he leaned on his arms on the bar beside him.
“Not really. You?”
“Nah. Ready to go.”
Max looked surprised. “Really?”
“Really. Did you see?” Luke asked in a moment of awkwardness. What if the door banging had been Max? He
