Chapter 42

“Tell me,” Wade ordered. “Tell me why you kept the picture, Lance. Why were you looking at me instead of the game? Were we talking?”

Lance shook his head. “No,” he breathed out, his voice shaky. “God, I remember like it was yesterday, though. Casey and I were playing a game and you came in and joined us. When you sat next to me…I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t even breathe.” He looked to the side.

Wade cupped his chin and tilted his head to face him. “Why? Tell me, Lance.”

Lance licked his lips. “Because I was crazy about you, Wade. And I was scared of my feelings.”

With that confession, Wade’s world tilted and his heart nearly pounded out of his chest. He brushed his lips against Lance’s. Soft. Sweet. But not enough. Not nearlyenough. Wade pressed his mouth to Lance’s and fell into the abyss. His arms slipped around Lance’s waist and pulled him close. A small whimper escaped Lance’s throat and Wade moaned. He wanted—needed—more