But, after dropping the car at Max’s home, they had continued drinking at The Chapel well into the early morning hours. Gay sex “Kitchen’s stocked.”Dec nodded, grabbing his phone from the bench before following Hugo into the main house. Dec had a vague, uncertain memory of possibly touching Max’s ass that night—a recollection so hazy he had convinced himself he’d either imagined it or Max had been too drunk to notice or remember.Since then, their communication had been minimal—occasional texts, nothing more. Standing 6’0”, his frame supported muscle mass that seemed to belong to a different species entirely. “Let’s see if those Romanian deadlifts have done anything for your back.”Dec complied, presenting his extraordinarily developed back for inspection. “Thought you might have gotten lost.”Dec grinned, taking in the familiar sight of his friend. This had been their pattern since David’s departure—appreciation that bordered on worship, competition that verged on flirtation, all contained within the safe parameters of their established friendship.Eventually, Hugo glanced at his watch.
