Always Only You (Bergman Brothers, #2)

by Chloe Liese

To flow with conversation and enjoy it, instead of following it like a tennis match, trying desperately to keep track of who served and whose turn it is to volley back.

Viggo waves. “Come down here. I need a partner.” I glance across the field. They’re setting up . . . badminton?

There’s something solid and long-lasting between you two, all right. I glance down at my hard-on. There he is. Jutting straight out and miserably unfulfilled, which is pretty much how it’s been most of the past few weeks.