Trevor threw a very fake look of consternation, but his grin gave him away. He beamed, as if proud at having broken the awkwardness. Then he leaned over and bumped their shoulders briefly, pulling back immediately. “Sorry.”
With his free hand, Chase rubbed the shoulder, wiping away the strange sensation that lingered on his skin. “It’s fine. You can’t seem to help yourself. Not,” Chase added, “that it’s permission to keep touching.”
Even if he kind of wanted him to. Yet not. Ugh.
“Understood.” He mock-saluted. “I will try to keep my hands to myself.”
A bit more of the humor from before bubbled up. “You sound so pervy when you say it like that.”
“Would you rather I say, ‘I will refrain from unwanted touching’?”
Chase snorted his amusement. “Or ‘I will ask for consent before touching.’”
“Or I could wait for you to break into song. ‘Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-touch me!’”
“Well, you do make me crazy sometimes.”
Trevor gave an exaggerated gasp. “I’ve only known you a few days.”