That wasn’t so hard,” he observed, leaning back in his chair with the satisfaction of someone whose advice had been followed despite reluctance.Max exhaled, setting his phone down on the table like it had suddenly become radioactive, dangerous to touch. Knowing exactly what he was doing and precisely what effect it would have.But Max?Max was flustered.Completely thrown.Harry stared at his dad for a long moment, his lips curling slightly around his glass.Tiny, unimposing, student bartender Ethan…Had just rattled Max fucking Schett.Harry took a slow sip of his drink, hiding his growing grin behind the glass. Gay porn The touches had purpose, intent, a clear pattern of escalation that might have been alarming if not for one crucial factor:Harry loved every second of it.He never acknowledged it out loud, never made a scene, but inside, he was thriving on this new, bold attention. “That so?” Interest sparked in his eyes, recognizing the rarity of Max seeking counsel.Max nodded, closing the inventory binder.
