Chapter 2: The Rooftop Tease
Tyler’s smirk vanished, his eyes widening in genuine shock as he felt the cool night air where fabric should be. “You little fucking menace,” he breathed, the words a low, thrilling vibration against Zach’s ear as he shifted, his bare skin meeting the chilled leather of the seat.
A slow, dangerous grin replaced his shock. “You realize I’m literally naked under here, right?” Zach could only nod, his throat tight, the insane weight of what he’d done finally crashing into him. Across the table, their friends Liam and Sasha debated the merits of some new tech stock, completely oblivious to the seismic shift happening two feet away.
Tyler’s hand found Zach’s knee under the linen, fingers digging in just this side of painful. “That was so out of character,” he whispered, his green eyes blazing with approval. “I’m seriously impressed.”
He let the moment hang, the city’s murmur swelling around them. Then, with a deliberate slowness that made Zach’s breath catch, Tyler began to move. He pushed his chair back, the scrape loud against the rooftop deck. Every movement was a calculated performance.
He kept the tablecloth tucked against his waist as leverage. “Alright, playtime’s over,” he announced to the table, his voice casual and clear. Liam glanced up, fork poised mid-air.
“Everything good, Ty?”
“Perfect,” Tyler said, his gaze locked on Zach. “Just remembered a call I have to take.” He shifted his weight forward, muscles in his thighs coiling. Zach watched, paralyzed, as Tyler placed his palms flat on the table.
The linen shifted. Tyler took a steadying breath, his smirk all challenge. And then, with effortless, audacious grace, Tyler stood up.