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course, Stephen had found him a fabulous job as a vocal coach for a private school; Jack had
helped him find a flat. They'd been good to him. They'd let him down easy. Hell, the three of them
had gone for supper two nights ago. But&
Benji sighed, smiled at Bry. "Could I have a glass of white wine, please?" He liked coming to the
bar, just because it was familiar.
"White? You sure?"
"Do you have another suggestion, Bry?"
Bry shrugged. "You just seemed fond of the red."
"I did, didn't I?" He grinned, nodded. "You're right. Do you mind if I change my order?"
He received a warm smile. "You can have anything you want, Benji."
His cheeks heated and he blushed, smiled back. "That sounds tempting."
"Yeah?" Bry put a wine glass on the bar and grabbed a bottle of the good stuff. "How tempting?"
"I..." He chuckled. "I'm still not very good at this flirting thing..." Unless Bry wasn't flirting...
"No? I thought you had the wolves teaching you everything they knew about everything."
"I... I'm not a wolf, Bry. You were right about that."
Bry's expression softened and a hand rested on top of his. "Did they chew you up and then spit you
back out?"
"Sort of? I think I just... They're different than I'm used to. Good, but different."
"Honey, you're an innocent lamb and I don't think they ever were. I warned you." Bry poured his
wine.
"You did. It was... educational." Exciting.
The bottle was un-corked and Bry leaned against the bar across from him. The barback had warm
eyes. Brown. "You okay?"
"I guess? Yeah. I mean, I knew that it wasn't... Well, love."
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"No? You seemed pretty smitten."
"They were sort of overwhelming." What was he supposed to say? It wasn't love.
"Yeah, that's what they do." Bry gave him another soft smile. "So... does this mean you're back on
the market?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I think I am." He missed having fun, being touched. Touching.
Speaking of touching, Bry's fingers slid along his wrist. "I get off at midnight. If you don't mind
waiting around awhile..."
Tingles climbed up his arm, just as sweet as you please. "I don't mind."
Bry's eyes lit up. "Just one thing, Benji. I don't... I don't share well. If we go out, it's got to be just
you and me."
"I think I've been shared enough, Bry. I think I'd..." He grinned, shrugged. "I'd like to be the one
someone wants."
"Oh, baby, I've been wanting you for months." Bry's hand brushed his cheek.
"Honest?" He'd always thought Bry was out of his league. Of course, being with Stephen and Jack
had altered his league.
"Honest. I think I started wanting you the first time I saw that sweet ass framed by your apron."
"Then I can definitely be here at midnight. I can watch you work."
"Yeah? I'll put on a good show for you."
Bry's fingers moved to slide across his lips, and then Bry leaned forward. He found himself leaning
in, fascinated. Caught. Bry smelled good, like soap and some aftershave he didn't know the name
of. Their lips touched, just softly.
Benji couldn't have stopped his smile if he tried.
And he didn't.
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