Chapter 12

Either Max was one of those stereotypical gay men with decorating in their genes, or his sisters had helped him with the apartment. Everything matched, from the faded leather sofa to the geometric patternin the rug that picked up the red of Max’s drapes. He even had a dining room table and chairs, and from what Kit could see through the half-open door, a king-sized bed with sheets that matched the sofa. Kit’s apartment was decorated a la Goodwill.

“What can I say?” Kit quipped, putting his controller back into the charging station. “I’m a natural.”

There was absolutely nothing romantic about playing video games, but Kit was acutely aware of Max’s presence on the sofa beside him. The muscular body radiated a heat that seemed to scorch Kit’s side. Hewanted to move away. He wanted to move closer. He wondered if Max might possibly be feeling the same thing he was.