Chapter 17

So when Devin rolled in the door, all smiles, skinny jeans, and a form-fitting black T-shirt that made him look like he’d just wrapped up a modeling gig for Detailsmagazine and suggested they hit the bars for “Horny hour cocktails. You know, to celebrate the coming of my new roomie…” Wren was too defeated to argue.

A big, stiff drink sounded perfect.

Wren stood to give Devin a grateful peck on the cheek, but Devin grabbed him and maneuvered Wren so he could shove his tongue halfway down Wren’s throat. When they finished, both were gasping for breath and Devin was grinning, running a hand over an obvious bulge in his own pants.

Breathlessly he said, “Now that’show you kiss a roomie hello.”