Chapter 7

Shit.

Oliver said nothing. He rinsed his hands, finally turned off the tap, and pulled paper from the dispenser. When he moved to push past him to escape, David reached out without thinking, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the closest stall, locking them both inside.

“Listen.” He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. Should he apologize? Of course. Should he try to talk Oliver into canceling his date? That was a harder question to answer.

David struggled to think of the right thing to say as he studied Oliver’s hurt face. His perfectly lovely, beautiful face. With those wide hazel eyes and that magnificent mouth.

Oliver’s gaze went from hurt, to surprised, to something else completely.

“I’ll kiss you.” It wasn’t the apology Oliver deserved, but at the moment, it sounded like the perfect solution. “That way at least—”

Oliver leaned into him, pressing his mouth to his, interrupting David and his justification for kissing his sister’s best friend.