B.L. Dayhoff

Trevor can never leave good enough alone. So when he meets model-gorgeous Chase who has an aversion to being touched, he spots a challenge. After all, no one wants to go through life not being touched by anyone, right? Despite a friend’s plea not to, Trevor sets his sight on fixing Chase.<br><br>After being forced to transfer his senior year of college, Chase just wants to avoid drama, pass his classes, get his degree, and move on (and back to his friends). He’s not looking for new friends, and his attitude gives him a reputation that makes it easy to accomplish. At least until he meets Trevor.<br><br>Despite an awkward beginning, common interests -- and Trevor’s persistence -- draw Chase and Trevor together. It’s almost inevitable that their friendship develops into something else. But when secrets come out, it might end the game early.

The Right Move

Chase bumped Trevor’s shoulder, grinning. “Someone’s having dirty thoughts!”


Trevor smirked back. “I can’t help it when I’m around you.”


“Perv.” Chase leaned in and stole a quick kiss.


A shiver ran through Trevor, warming him even as he broke out in goose bumps. God, this man was sexy. And funny. And so fucking gorgeous. Already the incident in the restaurant was fading from memory as they slipped into their usual comfortable chatter, their fingers constantly touching, singing promises onto Trevor’s skin.


Part of him wanted to drag Chase from the station to the campus, strip off all that clothing (damn autumn) and revel in that sun-kissed skin. How far did the sun’s kisses reach? Based on what he knew of Chase, likely all over, since it definitely wasn’t actually the sun’s—or any other device’s—kiss—


No, he wouldn’t pressure Chase. He wouldn’t make Chase uncomfortable with his touch, undoing everything he’d strived for.


Chapter 44