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Greg. He blinked his eyes open to find Marsh kneeling naked between his legs. As he watched, Marsh’s chuckle became a laugh, became something on the edge of hysteria, and a hard knot of ice took up residence inside Greg’s chest. He started to curl his knees in, but then Marsh was leaning forward, still shaking as he pressed a kiss to Greg’s bare hip before tugging his boxers to cover him up.
    “Didn’t think that would happen again.” Marsh’s voice was low, his gaze down.
    Greg’s head was still a jumble. “Of course it did,” he mumbled, reaching, wanting to touch some part of Marsh.
    Marsh shook his head and hopped over Greg’s leg to sprawl out on his back at Greg’s side. He ran a hand through his hair, breath still coming fast although the laughter had subsided. Turning his head to look at Greg, he asked, “So is this a thing now?”
    The question was simple enough, but there was a little twitch to Marsh’s eye. As if he didn’t realize how sure a thing Greg was—how sure a thing Greg had been from the instant Marsh had first leaned over and kissed him.
    Greg hesitated. The chance to keep doing this was so tempting. Greg didn’t have time for a real relationship right now. Other men had given up on him in the past because he was so damn busy with all of his work. But he’d been losing his mind without anything to distract him, without any relief and without contact. Without Marsh lying beside him and making him feel easy and loose when usually he was so tightly wound.
    Greg needed the outlet. The sex was amazing, the company just as good, and Marsh was so beautiful.
    And there lay the problem. Marsh was beautiful, and fun, and popular. Greg couldn’t possibly keep up with everything else Marsh had in his life, and he knew himself. His chances of staying detached over the long term were somewhere between slim and none.
    Could he really turn this down, though? If he got attached— when he got attached, he could deal with it then. Maybe Marsh would laugh for real, but Greg would get the chance to touch and be touched until then, and when his feelings did change, he’d be able to walk away before things got too messy. He’d get to have this for now.
    Greg blew out a long breath and turned his gaze toward the ceiling. “Do you want it to be a thing?”
    Marsh shrugged. “I could do a thing.”
    That should have been enough of an agreement. Only Greg had to know. Twisting his neck around, he edged his hand toward Marsh. Bumped the back of his knuckles against his thigh. “Casual, right?”
    “Sure.” Marsh’s eyes pinched.
    Greg could do casual. “Okay.” The words were hardly shaky at all.
    “Okay.” The grin that lit Marsh’s face thrummed all the way through Greg, better than the afterglow. Brighter than the sun. Marsh rolled to the side and lifted his arm, like he was going to throw it over Greg’s chest.
    And Greg could go for that. The sex was so much of what he missed about trying to do the relationship thing, but he missed the affection and the talking and the other, simpler touches. He missed holding and being held. His hand twitched at his side.
    Marsh dropped his arm. He shook his head, and another little snicker left his lips. In a sharp, abrupt motion, he rolled to seated. He dug the heels of his hands into his eyes for a second, then he stood and strolled over to his closet.
    Greg’s vision narrowed to the twin globes of Marsh’s ass and the long line of his spine. Damn, his shoulders were broad.
    And, shit, Marsh was talking to him. Greg snapped his gaze up to Marsh’s face. His eyebrows were cocked, his mouth twisted in a smirk.
    “Huh?”
    “Nothing.” Marsh stepped into a pair of sweatpants, and Greg just about lost the power of speech all over again, knowing there wasn’t any underwear underneath Marsh’s sweats. Did Marsh do that often? Greg would never be able to concentrate again, wondering.
    Then again, this was a thing now. He didn’t have to wonder. Any