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Gavin caught up with him at the door, just as Jefferson, Manny's blond, athletic boyfriend jogged up the steps toward them. Swallowing the rest of his protest, Gavin managed a cheery greeting, but his thoughts remained with his lit paper--and Lance.
What he'd told Manny was true. Lance wasn't his boyfriend, and as far as Gavin knew Lance wasn't interested. But Gavin couldn't stop thinking about him. The evenings they studied together, sprawled comfortably on the couch in Lance's tiny studio apartment eclipsed everything else in Gavin's life. Lance's deep blue eyes, the way his full lips parted when he smiled, the curve of his muscular arms--everything about the guy turned Gavin on.
Especially the way Lance leaned in close, looking over Gavin's shoulder at his notes and patting him on the back. Lance's low, sexy voice, close to Gavin's ear.
Gavin took a deep breath. Every time Lance encouraged him, Gavin felt electrified, powerful. And when Lance followed up the words by squeezing his shoulder and smiling into his eyes, Gavin felt electrified in an entirely different way.
Manny and Jefferson's animated conversation suddenly ended and Gavin looked up, startled. They were looking at him expectantly. "Huh?"
"I said, I'm having a few friends over tonight for some drinks," Jefferson said. "Gavin, why don't you come along? It should be fun."
"Yeah, it'll be fun. C'mon," Manny chimed in, and Gavin shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. He'd planned to work on his paper tonight and make sure he had some sensible questions to ask Lance at their study-date the next day, but if he told Manny that he'd never hear the end of it.
"Well, sure, guys," Gavin agreed. He'd go for an hour, and who knew, maybe it would even be fun.
"Great, Gav, see you at seven." Manny slung an arm over Jefferson's shoulders and the two of them headed off toward the street. Gavin turned the other way, heading for his bus stop. Lance wasn't the only cute guy on campus. Hell, maybe Jefferson had a friend so cute he'd forget all about Lance Ritter.