Chapter 4

Evan really had a hard time reining in his growing libido, though. His rebellious fingers kept sneakingout of his pockets, reaching for Ty’s dangling hand. At one point, he’d actually brushed against the other man, feeling his face flame as he pretended he’d stumbled in the loose sand. His thoughts refused to stay in line, as well. They kept throwing out mental images of him and Ty locked in a hot embrace or lying on the sunset-drenched beach arm in arm.

“Do you want the last cupcake?” he asked, trying desperately to side-track his brain.

Ty shook his head with a smile. “I’m stuffed. It was a great picnic, though. I’d love to have somewhere like that back home.”