Chapter 5

Peter pushed himself upright after he caught his breath. “Okay, now I’ll give you a blow job or take you to dinner or both. What do you want?”

Garth straightened and spun around, tugging his pants up from their tangle around his knees.

He wasn’t able to talk to anyone in such a state of disarray, not even Peter—maybe especially not Peter.

“You don’t have to do either one,” he said. “I’m not some street ho who has to be paid off, one way or another.” The implication stung and he realized he’d spoken more sharply than perhaps was warranted.