"Yes. I think he could use more friends." Mikkel got a long with the guitarist because they shared a lot in common despite the age difference being vast.

He started giggling again. "You're a liar." He can't stop giggling because the stress goes away when Sigurd is around. "You just want to shove my mouth down lower."

Then there's that kiss and Mikkel moans, pressing in, and glad they're away from the club. These little, soft leather shirts aren't going to hide what the Swede does to him when they kiss.