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him.
    But Miles pulled back. “We can’t do this, Gavin. It’s going to screw everything up. I’ve seen it happen too many times when an artist and a producer get together.” He stepped away. “It’s not about you or about me. It’s about the two of us together, how combustible that could be, and how it could ruin everything we’d be working for.”
    Gavin’s emotions were swooping from highs to lows. “You don’t know that.” He stepped back into Miles’s space and kissed him again. He sensed the tension in Miles’s body, and it felt almost like those very first overtures he’d made, when he was a teenager, to another boy who wasn’t sure what he wanted.
    But Miles knew. “I’m not a love-struck teenager who makes out in a public bar,” he said. “My apartment.”
    “I’m with you,” Gavin said. “But we’re going to have to move quickly.”
    “You’re a goof,” Miles said, but he leaned in and kissed Gavin again. “All good things are worth waiting for, you know.”
    He took Gavin’s hand, and they walked out of the bar together. The humidity was intense, and after the cool interior of the bar, Miles’s glasses misted up. He had to take them off and wipe them on his shirt. He looked so vulnerable without them, Gavin thought, as if Miles used those hipster lenses as a shield between him and the world. It made him want to wrap Miles in his arms and never let him go.
    They followed the narrow side street north, under the shelter of palm trees. “I still think this is a mistake,” Miles said as they passed through a couple of blocks of single-family houses, white stucco with red barrel-tile roofs. He held on to Gavin’s hand, though. “Just for the record.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind,” Gavin said.
    “I don’t want you to think I do this all the time.”
    “I don’t care if you do,” Gavin said.
    “I’m an idiot.”
    “No, you’re not. You’re a good-looking, sexy guy. You work hard, and you deserve to play sometimes.”
    “You’re a sweet talker,” Miles said. “Good kisser too.”
    They stopped in the shelter of an Art Deco-style apartment building with those long outcroppings over the windows, called eyebrows, and kissed again. Let anybody look, Gavin thought. I’m staking a claim here.
    Miles pulled away and tugged him around a corner into Collins Park, a pocket neighborhood of more of those low-rise apartments with rounded curves and porthole windows. Miles’s building had been slotted between two Art Deco buildings, with glass curves that matched the surrounding buildings.
    He led Gavin into the lobby and nodded at the concierge. Gavin wondered for a moment if, despite what Miles had said, he did this a lot, brought guys back to his place—but then he pushed the thought away and focused on being there, with Miles. They held hands in the elevator, and once they reached the apartment, Miles unlocked the door and pulled Gavin inside.
    Miles rubbed his face against Gavin’s, and the rasp of his stubble sent vibrations direct to Gavin’s groin. He sighed into Miles’s ear and felt Miles relax into him. Miles reached under Gavin’s T-shirt and splayed his hands on Gavin’s washboard abs. His long fingers caressed Gavin’s skin, eliciting sensations he’d never felt before.
    Miles picked up a remote from the table by the door and started his sound system. Then he returned his attention to Gavin. He unbuttoned Gavin’s shirt, then pulled off his own, and they embraced again. Gavin’s smooth skin rubbed against Miles’s soft chest hair, and it felt like every nerve ending in Gavin’s skin was electrified. His dick was already hard, and so was Miles’s. They moved together to the music’s rhythm, skin touching, dicks pressing against pants legs.
    Gavin was in no hurry to get naked with Miles. He’d waited too long for this moment, and he had no idea when he’d get another chance. So he forced himself to go slowly, to revel in Miles’s musky scent, to caress