Kate McMurray - The Boy Next Door by Kate McMurray

for it, but Jase didnt have the vocabulary to describe what Lowell did to him, how Lowell made him feel. Just that afternoon, theyd had sex until it felt like his brain had melted. But was it more than that? He certainly liked Lowell—liked him a hell of a lot—but he knew also that sex on the sly was probably as far as it would ever go, as far as it could ever go. There was no way Jase could parade around town with Lowell on his arm like a boyfriend. And it wasnt like Jase could just invite Lowell over any time. He had promised that he wouldnt expose Layla to the people he dated, and he still intended to keep that promise. Because he and Lowell werent really dating . Sure, they went out to eat occasionally and hung out together when they both had time free, Jase told himself, but that wasnt the same as dating. No, they were just friends. Friends who sometimes had ridiculous, amazing, brain-dribbling-out-of-your-ears sex. Layla wandered into the living room and sat on the couch. “Are the Yankees playing?” she asked. Jase looked at the TV. There was indeed a Yankees game on. Hed long since stopped paying attention. He turned up the volume. “Yeah. Baltimore.” “Oh good.” She crawled over and leaned against Jase, so he put an arm around her and let her snuggle against him. He sighed and tried to put things in perspective. This is whats important, he thought. But if this was all there was, why did he feel so sad about it? Chapter Eleven Lowell gave his mother a tour of the house, ap