Not passing by—lingering, close, waiting. Gay sex Dude, I don’t even know you.” His eyes fell to my book, clutched to my chest. “And that body—damn.”I shook a leg, reorienting. He hugged Bill, holding on longer than he needed to, drawing audience laughter. Bill didn’t decline, and my stomach twisted. “I’m a muse.”I groaned again, softer this time, in affectionate defeat. A collective shiver seemed to ripple through the onlookers.As it split, the frayed ends framed his chest and abs—muscles defined from years of wrestling and work, golden hairs catching the light.Now there was real applause, murmurs of appreciation as the swell of Bill’s chest rose in response. The second sneaker followed—with the same effortless toss, eyes on the crowd, grinning.“He’s good,” Leo rumbled, barely audible over the music blaring overhead, tapping my shoulder to get my attention.There was a wave of silence that spoke louder than gasps at the sight of Bill in just black thong and socks—not flexing, but every muscle showing. “I’m good. “He’s the former jock who traded his trophies for teething rings, just realizing the spotlight’s moved on. “So… he’s your dad?”I nodded, cheeks hot. What are we searching for, Bill? Tonight, it was packed—shoulder to shoulder and only getting worse. A jolt ran up my arm, a
