GENRE: Gay Spicy Romance
LENGTH: 21,686 words
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Davion Chen has a pretty face, but his ex-boyfriends’ verbal abuse make him dislike being labeled as such. He can’t help the way he looks, but he doesn’t cheat. He understands the meaning of loyalty.

Jonah Wong has been burnt by an unfaithful ex before, and that’s more than enough to put him off dating again. He never expects the impromptu date with Davion to progress much further, but welcomes it. He simply can’t deny his attraction for Davion.

Then Jonah sees Davion with an older man. He can’t suppress his insecurity and jealousy at the intimate sight. He lashes out, wanting Davion to feel as much pain as he does.

When he realizes his mistake, will the impact of his words and actions make it too late to apologize to Davion? Can their love triumph over pride, or will the misunderstanding spell the end of their blossoming relationship?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

Davion forced a smile onto his face as he sat on one of the benches across the table from Jonah in the ice cream parlor less than twenty minutes later. He had no idea where he scrounged up the guts from earlier when he had acted a little flirtatious before asking Jonah out on a date. He winced a little in embarrassment as the memory flooded through his mind. He had made a damn fool of himself. A gorgeous man like Jonah was way out of his league. There was no way in hell a tall, strapping hunk like Jonah would be interested in him. The man was probably humoring him or taking pity on him after his failed date with Marcus.

He scooped a huge spoonful of vanilla ice cream from the large bowl in front of him while he did his best to check out the sexy man who was seated in front of him without appearing too blatant, obvious, and desperate. He suppressed a groan at the sight of Jonah’s muscled, hairy forearms. He never knew he could be jealous of a spoon, but he hated the one in Jonah’s hand. After all, the fucking spoon was now inside Jonah’s mouth. Davion had to remind himself not to moan out loud when Jonah released the spoon and got more chocolate ice cream from the bowl before lifting it toward his mouth.

Life was so unfair. He noticed the thick chest hair peeking out from underneath Jonah’s shirt and he yearned to caress the man’s chest. Unfortunately, that would be creepy and downright pathetic. He had almost choked in shock and lust a few minutes ago when Jonah had opened the top two buttons of his fitted shirt. He was quite certain Jonah only had an inch over his own six-foot-height. However, he could tell by Jonah’s biceps and bulging chest pressing against the poor shirt, not to mention those tree trunk-like thighs and rounded, perky ass that were enveloped within a pair of black jeans, that the other man exercised regularly and took care of his body.

He bit back a sigh at the thought of his own body. He was in a good shape at the moment, but he wondered if he should bulk up a little. Maybe that would help land him better dates. His pretty face always seemed to attract the wrong kind of men. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that Jonah’s hand on his arm startled him, causing him to almost drop the spoon his hand. He barely managed not to whimper when Jonah pulled away. He was already missing the feeling of Jonah’s warm palm on his arm.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you like that, but I called you twice and you didn’t respond.”

He gave Jonah a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, too. I was lost inside my head for a moment.”

Jonah grinned at him, which made the man even better-looking. “It’s fine. So, what do you do aside from going out on dates with strangers?”

He chuckled at Jonah and ate another spoonful of his ice cream before answering the man’s question. “I’m a museum curator. The museum specializes in sculptures, paintings, and several historical artifacts.”

“Oh, that’s awesome. What’s it like?”

“Boring for the most part.” He and Jonah laughed at the same time. “Don’t get me wrong. I love what I do, but it’s nothing exciting. I may be in charge of the collections at the museum and I get involved with the interpretation of a few heritage material, but most of my days revolve around endless amount of paperwork.”

“No breaking and entering at the museum? Or a murder mystery?”

He rolled his eyes while Jonah snickered in amusement. “I’ll deny it to my last, dying breath if you ever tell anyone about this conversation, but there were times in the past when I wished for any sort of crime to occur at the museum just to break the monotony of the dull hours I had to spend inside my office.”

Jonah chuckled. “That bad, huh?”

“Very.”