Antique dealer Christopher Gleason isn't looking for love. He isn't even looking for a one-night stand. But when a young man with an innocent smile offers to buy him a drink one night, he accepts. He's even tempted to take it further, until he learns the innocence isn't an act. Though he can't deny his attraction, or the fact that he likes the young man quite a bit, Christopher puts him off. He'd rather be friends than risk hurting him.<br><br>Gage Kimball fled Salt Lake City for Los Angeles with his guitars, what little money he had, and no friends. Raised in a devout Mormon family within a tightly knit community, he's never had the chance to be himself or explore his sexuality. Until now. Christopher supplies the emotional support Gage needs, but Gage wants more than friendship. Even at the risk of everything he has left.

All That You Do

“Yeah.” Which was a shame. He continued to hold Gage, his fingertips now massaging lightly at the edge of Gage’s nape. “Do you want to dance more? Or I could look for a table where we could have some more privacy than at the bar.”


Christopher felt a slight shiver move through Gage’s body. “Dance more. Definitely.”


He smiled, though Gage wouldn’t see it. “It probably won’t be a slow one. They only play those every once in a while to let people catch their breath.”


“Maybe we could find music somewhere else.”


“We could find privacy somewhere else, too.”


Chapter 6