A faint smile toyed around the edges of Kellen’s lips.“Would you have showed up if I had?”
The smallest hesitation contradicted Derek’s reply.“Of course,”he said,sipping again at the drink in his hand to avoid meeting Kellen’s steady gaze.“We’re old friends,Kell.”
Reaching for him across the table,Kellen’s long,thin forefinger stroked the back of Derek’s hand.The touch was ticklish but Derek didn’t pull away.He watched,mesmerized,as Kellen traced runic patterns onto his skin,and remembered those fingers elsewhere,smoothing along his chest,curving between his legs.In a distant voice,Kellen whispered,“We were more than friends,once.If you remember.”
Derek jerked his hand from under Kellen’s,then ran it through his close-cropped hair to play off the gesture.“We were just kids then.”
“There is nothing childish about the way I feel for you,”Kellen replied.