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

And then Christopher’s thumb brushed against the bruised skin just below his jaw.


Gage started back, breaking free from the caress and almost hitting the cabinet they had just been discussing. “Oh, God. I’m sorry. I can’t.”


Christopher’s eyes were dark and unfocused, blinking once as Gage’s words sank in. His tongue swept over his swollen lower lip, and for a second, Gage swayed forward, wanting to taste him again, needing to be devoured. He only caught himself when Christopher said, “No. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have kissed you back.”


“Don’t do that, please. It was my fault. I kissed you. And…I’d kiss you again, except I promised Bodie…” Gage let his voice fade, unsure how he wanted to finish that sentence.


Mention of Bodie put steel back into Christopher’s stance, his shoulders squaring as he took a step away. “You said it was just fun.”


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