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lacrosse and academics alone,” Kyle teased.
    He received a nice smile in return.
     
    They walked out to the parking lot silently. Kyle was deep in thought trying to decide if Connor could be gay or not. “Not” was winning his internal argument. 
    Connor gestured to his black MG. “You want me to drive us? Or follow me there?”
    “You can drive, if that’s okay. Sweet little car.”
    As Connor unlocked it, he replied, “Yeah, my first set of wheels. Thank you, Mother.” 
    Kyle couldn’t stop his heart from beating wildly as he sat next to this man.
    Connor placed his sunglasses his face, then turned to Kyle and asked, “What’s your pleasure?”
    Again thinking of something overtly sexual, Kyle paled. “What?” My pleasure? Can I suck your big dick?
    Connor lowered his glasses down his nose and peered over them. “Which restaurant? Bar? Why do I keep losing you?”
    Chiding himself for behaving like an idiot, Kyle replied, “No. It’s not you. I’m just exhausted. Uh, how about the sport’s bar on Santa Monica Boulevard?”
    “That’ll work.” Connor slid his Ray Bans back on his nose.
    Kyle peeked at Connor’s legs; solid and muscular in his tight jeans. Next, he found Connor’s hand as it rested on the gear shift, finely boned, smooth skinned. His navy blue, sleeveless t-shirt was stretched taut across his broad rounded chest. Slowly Kyle raised his eyes to Connor’s profile. It was perfect. His mouth started watering again. Connor was incredible. Absolutely amazing. How was Kyle supposed to control himself around this man?
    Clearing his throat as if Kyle felt his silent appraisal, Connor turned to him. “So, tell me about yourself. What’s your major?”
    “I don’t know. I’m just taking math and science classes hoping an idea strikes me.”
    “Ditto.” Connor cringed. “The only thing worse than math and science would be law or medicine. Fucking sucks.” After pulling out of traffic, Connor drove into the parking lot of the bar. “Are you in any of my classes?”
    “I could be. Some of the lecture halls are so big, we probably are.”
    “We’ll have to check our schedules. Now I’m curious why I’ve never seen you before.”
    Me too, you gorgeous fucker. “Well, I just transferred here from Oregon, but I’ve been here since the start of the semester.”
    Connor glanced again at Kyle over the top of his sunglasses.
    Trying to stop acting like a schoolgirl with a crush, Kyle noticed someone pulling out of a parking space. “Look, an open spot.”
    Connor pulled in quickly. “Great. That was good luck.”
    “Yes. Today is my lucky day.” Kyle grinned slyly to himself.
    Once inside the dim interior of the bar, they found an unoccupied booth. Connor first slid his sunglasses to the top of his head, then as if reconsidering, he removed them and set them on the table. Kyle studied every move Connor made, watching him run his hands through that thick head of damp hair. Strangely enough, Kyle thought Connor’s actions appeared self-conscious, not confident as Kyle would have expected with a man as talented, intelligent, and charming as Connor was.
    The waitress came over and handed them menus. “You want something to drink first?”
    Connor smiled at her sweetly. “How about something from the tap?”
    Kyle was under twenty-one and assumed Connor might be as well. He waited for the inevitable request for proof of age and the denial of the alcoholic beverage.
    The waitress went over the short list of beers on tap and Connor picked one. Kyle just nodded, same for him.
    “You guys got ID?” She popped her chewing gum.
    Connor gestured for her to come closer.
    Put completely off guard, she smiled shyly and moved nearer to him. Connor whispered something in her ear. Suddenly she went beet red, giggled, and left.
    Trying not to be jealous, Kyle rested his elbows on the table. “What did you say?”
    “I told her if she was a good girl, she’d be rewarded.”
    “I hope you mean