Chapter 7

Ty gave him a searching look over his mug. “Why do I get the feeling you’re still nervous?”

“I am…a little.” More than a little. What if he fell for Ty Mitchell—fell hard? What would happen when the man had to return home?

“You need to lighten up,” Ty advised. “Let’s keep it casual, friendly. It’s just a couple of guys relieving their tensions.”

“Sure thing.” Evan set down his empty mug. He could do this—couldn’t he?

Ty tugged him toward the sofa. “Let’s take it slow. That’ll relax you.”

He pulled Evan to a seat next to him on the leather sofa and leaned in. Evan closed his eyes and gave himself up to the kiss. Ty really did know what he was doing. Eventually, Evan realized his arms were around Ty’s waist, his hands beneath Ty’s T-shirt. He could feel Ty’s strong hands massaging his ownback.