"Nah." Dom shook his head decisively. "No spark." "Really?" Orlando peered around the bar, waved when Viggo spotted him. The other man waved back and bent his head to Sean's again. "They spend a lot of time together." Dom nudged Orlando, wiped foam from his mouth with the back of his hand. "We spend a lot of time together and we're not...y'know." Orlando stared down at his beer. "You wanna?" "Wanna wha--?" A heavy, breathless beat. "Oh." Dom stared at Orlando. Who simply stared back. * * * "So, what do you think's going on with the lads, then?" Sean asked, slouching in his chair as he sipped his pint. Viggo shrugged, waved at Orlando, fingers brushing Sean's when he turned his head back. "Nothing. Why would there be?" "Dunno. They're always in each other's pockets." Viggo frowned, studied the light reflecting from his glass of wine. "Doesn't mean anything's happening. We're always around each other, and we're not dating." Sean glanced up, eyes locking with Viggo's. "Fancy changing that?" "What?" Sean didn't move, didn't blink. "You heard me." "Yeah." The word was drawn out. "Yeah, I did."
|