hadn’t just made a complete ass out of myself. Clint clamped a hand over his husband’s mouth, and I figured odds were slim to none. “Yeah, that’d be great.”
As promised, there was a steaming hot cup of coffee and a huge glass of orange juice sitting in front of my place setting when I returned. When PJ stopped eating until I got settled, I allowed myself to briefly wonder what it’d be like to share a meal with him in a less public setting.
My imagination took hold of that thought and expanded upon it, thinking about whether he was always such a considerate partner. Warning alarms blared in my ears, because there was no way I could let myself think about him in those terms. I shook the thought out of my head and realized everyone at the table was staring at me.
“Thanks for this,” I said as I lifted the coffee mug to my mouth. I needed more than one small cup to get me through today after not sleeping last night.
“Wasn’t a big deal,” PJ countered. Our eyes met briefly and my stomach flipped at the smoldering intensity of PJ’s gaze. How could he look so damn sexy this early in the morning? PJ reached over, brushing away some powdered sugar from the corner of my mouth. “Besides, it looks like you were famished.”
Actually, I wasn’t hungry at all, but I’d always been a sucker for powdered donuts and I’d scarfed one on my way back to the table. But I wasn’t about to tell him that. My cheeks flushed and I wished PJ would quit watching me eat. Or that he’d never stop looking at me that way.
Hell, I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew today was going to suck. I’d finally found a guy I was interested in, and we’d be going our separate ways before we knew it. I forced my attention back to my breakfast, but it didn’t take long before PJ turned toward me, as if he was blocking out everyone else in the room.
“I should be the one thanking you,” he said, his voice low and raspy. He glanced around nervously, tossing a grape at Clint, who was paying far too much attention to our conversation. I doubted he could hear what was being said, but he definitely knew something was up.
“For what?” I reached for my orange juice, wishing they’d turn down the heat in the dining room. But no one else seemed uncomfortable, so maybe it was my body overheating from PJ being so close. His knee brushed against mine and I nearly tipped my glass as I set it back on the table. God, I was a wreck.
PJ leaned in slightly, reaching out before pulling his hand back. I could practically see the thoughts running through his mind, the internal reminders that he wasn’t out to the world and couldn’t touch another man in public. “You know…”
I had a hard time believing he’d bring up what we’d done in the elevator at the breakfast table. The corner of his mouth quirked up and he nodded as realization hit me that he was talking about last night. It was the first time anyone had thanked me for a blow job, so I had no clue how to respond. “Believe me, the pleasure was mine.”
Zach started choking beside us, effectively destroying the little moment we were having. He waved me off when I moved to pound on his back and his coughs turned into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Kevin asked around a mouthful of bacon.
“These two!” Zach responded, his voice loud enough to grab the attention of people at other tables. Great, now we were the entertainment of the morning.
“Shut up,” I hissed at him.
“Yeah, they’re pretty sickening, aren’t they?” Clint chimed in. “But it’s cute at the same time.”
PJ groaned. “Really? You’re going to give me shit about being sickeningly sweet? Have you seen the two of you? Maybe it’s infectious and this is all your fault.”
“Hey, I can’t help it if my man’s so hot I can’t keep my hands off him,” Kevin quipped. That got everyone at the table laughing and I hoped maybe they’d turn their ribbing toward Clint and Kevin, allowing me off the hook. “But I can’t say I blame you for wanting to snag that one. He’s cute, too. You know, if you hurry, you’ve probably got time for a quickie before checkout.”
I wished the floor would open and swallow me. There was