Lucas's brows lifted, all mock surprise, though the curve of his mouth was pure provocation. "Better than I think? That's ambitious of you."
Trevor's laugh was a low, quiet thing, the kind that never reached his eyes. His thumb pressed a little firmer against Lucas's thigh. "You underestimate how much I enjoy you making a mess of me."
Lucas tilted his head, studying him the way one might examine an intricate puzzle, fingers idly smoothing the open edge of Trevor's waistcoat as though weighing his next move. Then, patiently, he slipped his hand beneath the loosened fabric, palm flattening over the crisp shirt stretched across Trevor's chest.
Trevor's breath caught, and his gaze fixed on Lucas like he was daring him to keep going.
"You're too easy to unravel," Lucas murmured, his thumb brushing just under the line of Trevor's tie.
