Chapter 28

“Woodshop?” When Stacy nodded, Ange tapped the dresser’s middle drawer with his fist, and the front of the drawer fell heavily to the floor. “Maybe you can fix this for me, then. It’s been broke forever.”

“I don’t know anything yet,” Stacy cautioned. “Class doesn’t even start until Monday.”

NowAnge took a step towards him, leaving the drawer front where it landed at his feet. “Will you fix it when you know how?” he asked, his voice low between them.

Stacy laughed. “And you thought my come-on lines were bad,” he teased. Reaching out a hand, he touched Ange’s stomach again, and this time his friend let his fingers ease into his waistband and beneath the hem of his tank top. Ange’s foot bumped Stacy’s, then he was laying him back to the bed, his lips kissing over Stacy’s bare chest. As his teeth closed over one hard nipple, Stacy hissed in delight. “Less talk, more sex,” he sighed, tugging Ange’s tank top up in his haste to get it out from between them.