hadn’t he managed to get Matt to make those sounds?
He couldn’t possibly be jealous, right? Was the green-eyed monster rearing its head?
Dread made him stop, because that couldn’t be right. He was a professional. He might not take pride in what he did, but he knew better than to let real feelings get associated with a customer. And yet, Jayden couldn’t deny any longer that he did have feelings for a certain blond.
This was a disaster!
He didn’t trust easily for a reason. He couldn’t let Matt past his defenses because he would surely trample all over him.
The worst part was that he couldn’t even blame Matt for any of it. Matt had been nothing but honest and upfront about their relationship, and at no point in time had he proclaimed Jayden was or could be anything more than a fake boyfriend.
No, this was all on him, but unfortunately, knowing it didn’t make him feel any better at all.
He rubbed tiredly at his forehead, resigning himself to future heartache. Maybe he was a glutton for punishment; maybe his father had been right all along when he had tried to beat some sense into him. Maybe Jayden really was too stupid to live.
With the resolution not to let his emotions get the better of him, he finally pushed the doors open, entering the parlor. To say his nerves were fluttering like a nest of crazy birds would’ve been an understatement.
The two men were sitting close together with plates of breakfast before them. Their bodies were angled toward each other, giving away a familiarity that could only be achieved with time.
The newcomer had messy brown hair and what could only be called a smiling face. There were people in the world who walked around with a perpetual frown, and then there were those who always seemed to smile. This man seemed to belong to the latter group.
Jayden’s eyes ran appreciatively over the bulkier frame of Matt’s friend. He liked what he saw. Maybe it was true, he mused. Pretty people tended to stick together. The silly thought almost had him giggling.
“Jay!” Matt called out, a smile on his face. “This is Scott.”
Jayden returned the smile and nodded at the man. “How are you?”
“Fine, thank you,” Scott politely answered. Instead of smiling, though, he eyed Jayden with barely veiled curiosity as if he were a rare, precious diamond.
Jayden adjusted his clothes, feeling a bit uncomfortable under the scrutiny.
“Come, join us…,” Matt invited him, and Jayden didn’t need to be asked twice.
He quickly grabbed some food from the buffet, taking his seat at the table. He held the coffee mug in his hands, letting the warm liquid give him some comfort before he raised the cup, drinking deeply.
He didn’t want to stare—that would’ve been rude, after all—but he was only human, so he couldn’t resist listening with half an ear. Besides, if they had really wanted to keep their conversation private, they shouldn’t have talked right next to him.
What fascinated him the most, though, was their body language. He was by no means an expert, but he was still able to draw a few conclusions from his observations.
Matt’s arm was casually flung across the back of Scott’s chair, so clearly they didn’t have any qualms about being in each other’s space. Men, in Jayden’s opinion, tended to always keep their distance, unlike women, who were much more likely to hug complete strangers.
Scott wasn’t inching away, either, but leaning toward Matt, talking animatedly with his hands.
They were good friends, at least, maybe even lovers.
Rope wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing tightly. He quickly distracted himself by taking a huge bite of his toast, and he must’ve been quite successful in blocking them out, because he nearly jumped out of his skin when Matt suddenly appeared by his side, casually leaning against his table. Matt placed his hand on Jayden’s arm; the touch was fleeting, just a way to get his attention, but it
He couldn’t possibly be jealous, right? Was the green-eyed monster rearing its head?
Dread made him stop, because that couldn’t be right. He was a professional. He might not take pride in what he did, but he knew better than to let real feelings get associated with a customer. And yet, Jayden couldn’t deny any longer that he did have feelings for a certain blond.
This was a disaster!
He didn’t trust easily for a reason. He couldn’t let Matt past his defenses because he would surely trample all over him.
The worst part was that he couldn’t even blame Matt for any of it. Matt had been nothing but honest and upfront about their relationship, and at no point in time had he proclaimed Jayden was or could be anything more than a fake boyfriend.
No, this was all on him, but unfortunately, knowing it didn’t make him feel any better at all.
He rubbed tiredly at his forehead, resigning himself to future heartache. Maybe he was a glutton for punishment; maybe his father had been right all along when he had tried to beat some sense into him. Maybe Jayden really was too stupid to live.
With the resolution not to let his emotions get the better of him, he finally pushed the doors open, entering the parlor. To say his nerves were fluttering like a nest of crazy birds would’ve been an understatement.
The two men were sitting close together with plates of breakfast before them. Their bodies were angled toward each other, giving away a familiarity that could only be achieved with time.
The newcomer had messy brown hair and what could only be called a smiling face. There were people in the world who walked around with a perpetual frown, and then there were those who always seemed to smile. This man seemed to belong to the latter group.
Jayden’s eyes ran appreciatively over the bulkier frame of Matt’s friend. He liked what he saw. Maybe it was true, he mused. Pretty people tended to stick together. The silly thought almost had him giggling.
“Jay!” Matt called out, a smile on his face. “This is Scott.”
Jayden returned the smile and nodded at the man. “How are you?”
“Fine, thank you,” Scott politely answered. Instead of smiling, though, he eyed Jayden with barely veiled curiosity as if he were a rare, precious diamond.
Jayden adjusted his clothes, feeling a bit uncomfortable under the scrutiny.
“Come, join us…,” Matt invited him, and Jayden didn’t need to be asked twice.
He quickly grabbed some food from the buffet, taking his seat at the table. He held the coffee mug in his hands, letting the warm liquid give him some comfort before he raised the cup, drinking deeply.
He didn’t want to stare—that would’ve been rude, after all—but he was only human, so he couldn’t resist listening with half an ear. Besides, if they had really wanted to keep their conversation private, they shouldn’t have talked right next to him.
What fascinated him the most, though, was their body language. He was by no means an expert, but he was still able to draw a few conclusions from his observations.
Matt’s arm was casually flung across the back of Scott’s chair, so clearly they didn’t have any qualms about being in each other’s space. Men, in Jayden’s opinion, tended to always keep their distance, unlike women, who were much more likely to hug complete strangers.
Scott wasn’t inching away, either, but leaning toward Matt, talking animatedly with his hands.
They were good friends, at least, maybe even lovers.
Rope wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing tightly. He quickly distracted himself by taking a huge bite of his toast, and he must’ve been quite successful in blocking them out, because he nearly jumped out of his skin when Matt suddenly appeared by his side, casually leaning against his table. Matt placed his hand on Jayden’s arm; the touch was fleeting, just a way to get his attention, but it
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