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year of high school. Then they’d taken notice, and he’d
    never looked back.
    Tonight, with Scarlett and her shitty words, it felt like high school again.
    “She really pissed you off, didn’t she?” Drake’s voice was soft, slightly seductive, and Trevor cut his
    gaze to his, shocked to find his body reacting to it. To him.
    “She did,” Trevor admitted.
    “Don’t let her bother you.” Drake took a step closer and they both leaned against the wall, their gazes
    locked, their bodies seemingly reaching toward each other. “You need a distraction.”
    Hell yeah, he did. He had a feeling Drake was about to offer one too.
    Should he take him up on it?
    “A distraction, huh?” He reached out and let his fingers trail down Drake’s arm. He was lean, finely
    muscled, not too bulging. Attractive with those intense pale green eyes and a full mouth that would look
    mighty good wrapped around his cock.
    Jesus. He was an utter shit. Just like Scarlett accused him of. Minutes ago, he’d wanted her. And now
    he wanted Drake.
    Frustration. I’m looking to replace her because I’m just so damn frustrated.
    Or maybe he could actually be attracted to two people at the same time.
    “I’ve heard the stories.” Drake smiled. “The rumors about you.”
    “There are rumors?” That was news to him, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. He liked to keep this
    under wraps.
    “Very hush hush. Not many people talk about it. But I heard you like to experiment.”
    Trevor took another step closer to Drake, so close that he was in his personal space. They were of
    equal height. He figured Drake was at least six foot since he was six-two, and their lips were so close their
    breath mingled together. “I do.”
    “I’ll be upfront. I heard you like to get your dick sucked.” Drake trailed his fingers down the center of
    Trevor’s chest. “By another man.”
    “Well…it’s true. Are you making the offer?”
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    Drake nodded once, his gaze meeting his and it was all Trevor needed to see. Grabbing his hand, he
    led Drake to the bank of private rooms, choosing another one versus the room where he had been with
    Scarlett.
    He didn’t need her memory assaulting him. With his luck, the room would still smell like her and,
    well, that would piss him off too much.
    He’d rather focus on Drake. The very willing and able Drake.
    The room was larger and had a bed. A giant bed with a plain black comforter covering it was set in
    the center with two simple black painted end tables on either side. A stark white bowl sat on one of the
    tables, filled to the brim with condoms.
    Perfect. Fully equipped with everything I need.
    “Strip,” Trevor commanded as he snicked the lock closed with a twist of his wrist. He focused on
    Drake, saw the unmistakable lust on his pretty face, his hands automatically going for the hem of his Tshirt.
    “Come over here and help me,” he drawled, revealing a slice of perfectly toned abs.
    Trevor wasted no time. He went to Drake and yanked the shirt up and over his head. Drake’s lightly
    tanned skin gleamed golden in the subdued light, his eyes glittering when they met Trevor’s. Unable to
    resist, Trevor kissed him, hard and punishing, letting all of his aggression and anger over the situation with
    Scarlett pour out in his kiss.
    Drake took it with a gleeful groan, his mouth going wide, tongue slashing against Trevor’s. Trevor
    drew him close, his hands sliding down Drake’s smooth, muscled back. His skin was warm, firm, his body
    hard, and Trevor shuddered when Drake put his hands on him.
    The kiss, if possible, went deeper, their tongues tangling, their hands roaming over each other’s
    bodies. Drake touched his stomach, his fingers crawling up until he brushed across Trevor’s nipples,
    tweaking and pinching.
    Trevor pulled away from him, his breathing harsh, his heart pounding a loud tattoo in his chest, his
    ears, his head. Drake smiled, his hand