“We should, um…” Matthew cleared his throat. “I should probably put those dishes in the—”
“Do you want me to?” Gavin drew his fingers in a slow line down the middle of Matthew’s abdomen and over his belly button. Matthew didn’t think Gavin meant the dishes. Matthew was right.
“Do you really want me to touch you like that?” Gavin rested his cheek against the side of Matthew’s face, but he didn’t kiss. “Are you thinking about me, or just men in general?”
“Look, Gavin…” Matthew turned in Gavin’s arms and caught his gaze. He held it. “I would love to have sex with you. You are very good at what you do in bed. I just don’t think…I mean…it wouldn’t be fair. To you. With the ideas you have right now. I don’t want you thinking that this is some kind of forever thing when the reality is that we’ve just met. We’re just starting to get to know each other. Do you know what I’m saying?”