Three things you wish you’d put in or left out of the story.

• Parts of me wishes I’d added a little more sex, but then I don’t want to add something just to sexify a story.
• It was important to me to add Scott’s struggle with losing his hearing and maybe I should have added some more examples. But I didn’t want the story to bog down in those details. Though I do think they’re important.
• I think if I have the chance someday, I’d add a little more justice to the end of the book and maybe try tome karmic justice for the guys who hurt Scott.

“I need to get home and stuff. Lee and I are both off tomorrow, and we’re going swimming. It’s been so hot and the water is great, so I’m going to take him. His mom is going to drive us.”He was so excited, Brent grinned. Then Scott turned to him and his lips curled just a bit, his pupils growing bigger as his gaze heated slightly. Brent’s temperature rose and he smiled in return.

“You have fun.”Brent couldn’t look away. The intensity in Scott’s eyes was the world’s best candy, and he wanted a bite. Brent was already sweating, and all Scott had done was poke his head in to say goodbye. Staying away from him was getting more and more difficult.

“We will.” Scott left, and for a second, Brent pictured him in his bathing suit, one of those Speedos, dripping with water as he rose out of the waves James Bond style.

Trevor stood and peered outside before closing the door. “Jesus. I think I need a shower.” He sat back down and fanned himself. “Man, it’s warm in here. You need to make up your mind and do it fast. Either tell him how you feel and then the two of you figure this shit out, or walk away. The energy between you is enough to light the block for a month. If you keep this up, you’re going to sizzle the paint off the walls.”

Brent nodded. “I know. I keep hoping that things will work themselves out and that he’ll tell me what he wants or something. Scott is young and has his whole life ahead of him. He doesn; t need a washed-up guy a decade older tying him down.”

Trevor shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder if you aren’t as blind as James. At least he has an excuse. Scott just sent you a message with exactly what he wants. Hell, he couldn’t have been clearer if he’d have contracted Western Union to send you a damn telegram.”

“I know. But I’m not like you and Dean. You have enough confidence to approach anyone, and Dean is still working his way through the entire gay male population of Milwaukee. He’s got the slut thing down pat.” Brent grinned. “Sometimes I think he should give classes.”

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