this.” Luke stared straight into Bryan’s eyes, his heart thudding so hard he feared Bryan and Nichole could hear it.
“How about we go home and plan on doing this on Friday night?” Nichole chimed in, drawing his gaze from Bryan.
Disappointment flooded through Luke. He wanted Bryan to say something, but the guy stood there mute, just nodding. God, had he fucked this up already? Maybe Bryan didn’t want anything with him. He had brought Nichole along, after all. Luke was such an idiot, thinking that Bryan would actually care for him.
Luke smiled, putting on his public face, ignoring the pain in his heart. “Friday sounds good to me.”
* * * *
Amy raced home, hoping to catch sight of Pink. Damn, she needed to find out the girl’s name, but Pink would do for now.
Amy had gone in to work early, four-freaking-thirty in the morning, and done every ounce of paperwork she could find, which had allowed her to leave work at a decent hour. It was nearing six by the time she jumped off the train and made her way to the surface, running right into the girl of her dreams. Pink wobbled and started to tip backwards, so Amy reached out to steady her.
“So sorry, I didn’t mean to run you over.” Amy didn’t let go of the girl’s arm, too addicted to the heat. A slight scent of apples, a bit of dog, and some cinnamon wafted off the girl, leaving Amy desperate to lean in and sniff, to find out what other secrets this girl held. Pink stayed silent, staring up at Amy with her big blue eyes.
Amy smiled at Pink, hoping she could talk the girl into having dinner with her, or if not a meal, maybe a coffee. “I’m Amy. I just moved in down the hall from you.”
Pink’s eyes went even wider, her smile trembling as tears started to collect in her eyes. Amy saw pain flash behind the beautiful blue eyes. What had she done? “I’m sorry, are you okay?”
Pink swallowed and raised her hand. “I have to go.”
Amy watched Pink run off in the opposite direction, and her heart went out to the girl. There was a world of pain inside Pink and, for some twisted reason, Amy wanted to help her. Next time she met Pink, she’d make her talk. Well, she’d try to get her to talk, and she’d stay persistent.
* * * *
Friday rolled around and Bryan was ready for six to hit so he could get together with Luke and Nichole. He’d had another dream about Luke last night, and had woken to damp sheets and a stiff dick. He needed to get some relief. If they didn’t have sex tonight he was going to combust.
Nichole met him outside again and they all walked to the restaurant holding hands, like last time. They talked, but the conversation was held up more than once by meaningful stares.
As they stepped into the restaurant Luke grabbed both Bryan’s and Nichole’s hands and held them still. “You have to come up tonight. Please?”
Bryan glanced at Nichole, and she shrugged. He wanted this, but did she know what they were getting into? “You okay with this, Nichole?”
“Yes,” she hissed and stepped closer to him, running her fingers over his chest.
Bryan drew in a deep breath and sighed. He’d never done anything like this before, but being with both of these people felt right. After dinner they made their way back over to Luke’s building, fits of laughter interrupting their progress at least once a block. They were high on lust and emotions.
When they got to Luke’s building he led them into the lobby. They all said hello to the doorman and the concierge, but Bryan felt strange going upstairs with the pair. Surely it looked strange to the men?
Bryan was worried about the way it would look for Luke. When they’d stepped into the elevator, he turned to Luke.
“What?” Luke asked.
He hadn’t been able to disguise his worry. “I don’t want people gossiping about you. How many people do you bring up here?”
Luke gave a slight smile, his gaze connecting with Bryan’s. “That’s sweet. They won’t