Chapter 11

“Yes.”

“You know what?” Zach asks, looking at Aron up and down. “We eat and then you’ll tell me how you got out of prison too. I can’t wait to find out.”

“How are you going to convince me?” Aron smirks.

Unfortunately for him, Zach works best when he has an actual goal. He simply raises an eyebrow and gestures toward dinner. To be fair, though, Aron is going to probably enjoy it but not as much as Zach.

After the food’s gone, and their clothes too, Aron is on his back on the bed with Zach hovering above him. Aron is very relaxed, probably assuming that he knows what’s going to happen and puts his hands on Zach’s hips. He is also smug.

“It’s simple really,” Aron starts. “I just had to—”

“Slower,” Zach orders.

Aron snickers. “When I was a babe, my mom—” He stops abruptly at Zach’s soft kiss on his forehead. The two of them look at each other and Zach can see that Aron is searching for something. “This is how you want to play it?”