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38. Chapter Thirty-Eight

39. Chapter Thirty-Nine

40. Chapter Forty

41. Chapter Forty-One

42. Chapter Forty-Two

43. Epilogue

44. Are you ready for more?

Books by J.H. Knight

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Prologue

Gavin

The club was jumping, hot and loud—just the way Gavin liked it. He’d been dancing with one of his friends all night, hoping Ben would take his invitation and meet him there. Tonight was his eighteenth birthday, after all, and Ben had been keeping him at arm’s length for an entire year. Ever since they met. But now? Gavin was finally legal, and he knew how he wanted to celebrate.

“Are you still watching the door?” Tony, Gavin’s best friend and partner in crimes of fashion, shook his head and rolled his eyes under the pulsing light show overhead. “He’s been turning you down for a year, man.”

Gavin turned his back to Tony and rested his head on his shoulder, pressing close and grinding his ass against him just for the hell of it. “Not because he wanted to turn me down.” He felt pretty certain about that. Gavin always paid attention when Ben was about to hook up with someone. And almost every time, it was a slim guy with a little swish in his walk, blond hair, and wide, willing eyes. He’d seen Ben slip into the back room or out the side door more than once. More than a dozen times, really. Gavin always burned with jealousy as he watched Ben take a guy’s hand and tug him away from the crowd, but it gave him hope too. If Ben had a type, well, Gavin fit the bill, if nothing else. “He’s just been biding his time.”

“Or avoiding the club slut he peeled off the bathroom floor last year because he didn’t need the drama…”

Gavin turned sharply and glared at Tony. “Did you seriously just say that?”

The look on Tony’s face was pure innocence and kindness. Gavin hated it when he made a good point. He especially hated it when Tony’s points were, well, pointy.

“I’m still a virgin. You have to at least take back the slut comment.” When Tony looked like he might argue, Gavin added, “Blowjobs and handjobs don’t count.”

“I want that printed on a T-shirt.”

Gavin didn’t laugh at Tony’s obvious attempt to make up, but it was a near thing.

Tony pulled Gavin into a hug and said, “I’m just sayin’. He’s put you off for a year and… looks like he’s putting you off tonight, so you might as well have some fun, okay?”

God. Even more, he hated it when Tony’s pointy points were accurate. “Fine, let’s go find someone to buy us a drink.”

Tony let himself be dragged toward the bar, but he didn’t seem to enjoy it. “You have a fake ID. Why not buy your own drink?”

“It’s less fun that way.”

Ben

Ben ran a nervous hand through his hair. He knew he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life. He’d tried to ignore the text earlier.

It’s my birthday. You gonna buy me a drink?

But ignoring Gavin was easier said than done. Last time I checked, you’re not 21, kiddo.

That’s why I need you to buy it for me. >_>

Ben had laughed and hated himself for texting back. So you’re using me for free drinks? I’m wounded…

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