“You gonna order?” Ren asked. Hoping that he understood exactly what he meant. And he wasn’t talking about sandwiches.
“Oh yeah, I definitely am,” Seth said, and Ren’s stomach fluttered.
There was something so decisive and grown up about this guy.
Like he’d throw Ren over his shoulder and cart him back to his bedroom.
“What can I get you?” Ren asked.
Me. I can get you me. And you’d enjoy every second of it. Trust me. I’m delicious.
“That’s a real good question,” Seth said.
“I’m going to get lunch,” Lennox announced, and nobody was surprised to see him head off towards Ash’s food truck.
“Well, if you want a recommendation,” Gabe said, and Ren wished that his cousin would go do anything else right now, “you can’t go wrong with the Thai meatball crunch wrap.”
“Does everything have balls or buns?” Seth wanted to know.
Oh, Ren wanted to show him.
So badly that he deployed the smile that he usually saved for closing the deal. But then, he was closing the deal right now, wasn’t he? He could feel it in his bones.
Specifically one bone in particular.
“Yes,” Ren said.
“Straightforward,” Seth said, taking a step nearer, and now Ren could really get a good look at him. He was even sexier in higher definition and he’d made Ren’s mouth water even without the close-up look. “I like it.”
“See anything else you like?” Ren decided there was no point in delaying. They were both clearly interested. “Lucky for you, I just happen to be free tonight.”
Somehow, impossibly, Seth’s own closing smile was even more devastating than Ren’s own.
Ren was unmoored. Blown away. Blown apart.
What would it be like to be under him, when he smiled like that?
What would it feel like to kiss that smile off him?
He was going to get to find out. Ren could feel it. Could nearly taste it.
“Really straightforward,” Seth said, not sounding like he hated that at all.
“Why bother pretending that you don’t just want a sandwich?” Ren shrugged. “We’re both interested. I’m free tonight, and I know we’d both enjoy ourselves.”
“What about tomorrow, then?”
Ren had learned the hard way that it was better to always be honest about his intentions. But this guy, even if he didn’t do one-night stands, was so hooked that Ren knew there was no way he’d ever turn him down.
Ren could feel the other side of the hook, buried in him, tugging him even closer, and he dared anyone to try to resist that completely irresistible pull.
“What about tomorrow?” Ren asked archly. “Why do we have to worry about tomorrow?”
“I’m all about the tomorrows,” he admitted with a shrug. “I’m not here for just the tonights. I want to know there’s going to be a tomorrow, too.”
Ren frowned. “I don’t do tomorrows. Not when tonights are so freaking great.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to make do with just a sandwich.” Seth sounded genuinely regretful, which was why Ren didn’t even register the rejection right away. He’d been so goddamned nice about it. Like he hadn’t wanted to say no.