Chapter 11

“I can get into coffee-flavored kisses.”

Those did turn out to be quite nice. Evan loved kissing Ty Mitchell. He loved cuddling with Ty. Evan loved having sex with Ty. He might just be falling in love with Ty.

8

“I think we should talk.” Ty’s strong thumb caressed Evan’s hand as they sat on a bench in Washington Square, taking a breather after wandering around North Beach all morning. A cool breeze wafted through the trees, though the sunlight was warm.

Evan tried to swallow the lump in his throat, tried to pretend that statement didn’t make him all kindsof nervous. “I think we’ve been doing a good job of talking all week. I really enjoy talking to you.”

“And I like talking to you, too. That’s not what I’m getting at.”

“What about some gelato after that big lunch? There’s a shop right over—”

“I’m not hungry, Evan. This is important.”

Evan sighed. His shoulders drooped, despite his determination to remain upbeat. He knew what Ty wanted to say. He just didn’t want to hear it.