Quentin couldn't help but stare as Ryan moved closer. From the first moment he'd met Ryan, he had wanted him. He loved how Ryan's dark hair flowed in waves around his head like a dark halo. Despite his lithe swimmer's body, his shoulders were strong and broad. Quentin often found himself daydreaming about the feeling of Ryan's big strong hands on his body. H*ll, even Ryan's gentle, confident smile drove Quentin crazy.

Ryan set a bottle on the bedside table that he had pulled from ...