Chapter 9

“You okay, Thomas?” he asked, touching the man’s hand. “Do you want to go home?”

If Thomas said yes, Clark would make sure he got back to his car and his house. He wouldn’t be happy with only his hand for company the rest of the night, but no way would he coerce Thomas.

Thomas shook his head. “I’m fine. I’m just, well, not used to such plain talk, I guess. Matt was the only real boyfriend I’ve had, and other than some blowjobs in college, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve had casual sex.”

Clark wondered if Thomas counted him among the casual-sex partners. He threaded his fingers through Thomas’s and tugged him up from the sofa. “Let me show you the bedroom.”