Chapter 77

Scooter leaned over, crowding into Andy’s space, his eyes glinting with interest. Easily, he divested Andy of his plate, setting it down on the battered coffee table. With an almost predatory motion, like a starving vampire, he swooped in on Andy’s throat and licked over one bruise there. “God, you’re so…” Scooter said something else, but as his lips were moving over Andy’s throat, it was a little difficult to concentrate.

Andy tipped his head, letting Scooter in, sinking into the sensation. “Nnngh, you’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, dropping his fork so he could slip his fingers into Scooter’s hair.

“Can’t help it,” Scooter said. He trailed his mouth up the side of Andy’s jaw and then planted a very light kiss on Andy’s lower lip. “You’re just…tempting.” He backed off again, taking a bite of eggs and trying to pretend he wasn’t still ogling.