There wasn’t going to be a truce. Nate had seen to that. If there was one thing Kellan couldn’t handle, it was being told no. He knew it was childish and stupid, but telling him no was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. It sent him charging after whatever he’d been told he couldn’t have. And Nate had just waved Kellan’s favorite red flag. Kellan hadn’t been really sure he wanted to go there with Nate until Nate told him he couldn’t. He’d made a career of convincing girls who swore they wouldn’t have sex with him to be ready and willing in his bed. He was going to have to be extra sneaky, though. Nate was smart, and this game had a whole other set of rules that Kellan hadn’t figured out yet. Besides flowers and presents being out, he didn’t think Nate was going to give it up for attention and compliments. He gave it two nights, and then waited until he heard Nate make a sigh like he was drifting into deeper sleep.
