The lights of Cold Ghost cast a dim glow over its patrons as Pete and I settled into a booth. The clink of glasses and low hum of conversation surrounded us, creating a strangely intimate atmosphere despite the dingy surroundings.

“Nice bar,” Pete said, looking around. “I’ve seen this place from the outside but never came in here before.”

“Clientele too old?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. At thirty, I was already considered a relic in the LA gay scene.

“No, not at all,” Pete said.

“Mm-hmm," I said, taking a sip of my whiskey. “Anyway. Thanks for helping out with the investigation. You've really got a knack for this magic stuff."

"Still learning, but I'm glad I could help," Pete replied, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "It's not every day I get to hang out with a rugged, handsome private eye."

"Is that so?" I smirked, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "Well, you clean up pretty nice yourself."

We shared a laugh, our eyes lingering on each other just a little too long. The air between us crackled with tension, and I found myself wanting to reach across the table and pull him closer.

"Listen, Pete," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "I don't know what this thing is between us, but ..."

“This is our second date,” he said. It was a declarative statement.

“Oh, this is a date? I hadn’t realized.”

“And I don’t have sex with guys I really like on the first date.”

“Indeed. You’ve mentioned that.”

“But, again,” he said, leaning closer. “This is our second date.”

I leaned closer as well, matching him. “Indeed it is.”

“So if the offer’s still on the table, I’d very much like to come home with you.”

The night air was thick with anticipation as we made our way to my apartment, the city lights casting a seductive glow on the streets below. I could practically feel the heat from Pete's body as he walked beside me, and my heart pounded in my chest like it was trying to break free.

We got to my building, and I hastily let us in. We took the elevator up to the third floor, and before too long we were at my apartment.

"Nice place," Pete said as I unlocked the door and led him inside. The dim lighting cast a warm, inviting ambiance across the living room, its shadows playing on the walls like dancers at a masquerade.

"Thanks." I glanced around, suddenly self-conscious about the empty whiskey bottles and scattered books that littered the coffee table. "It's not much, but it's home."

As Pete took in his surroundings, I couldn't help but study him more closely. His dark hair framed his face perfectly, and his brown eyes held a depth that made it hard to look away. He caught me staring and gave me a knowing smile, his gaze never leaving mine.

"Jake," he said softly, taking a step closer. "I've got to be honest. I’ve been wanting this since the moment I met you."

"Me too," I admitted, my voice strained with desire. We closed the distance between us, our lips crashing together in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. As our mouths moved in sync, my hands wandered over Pete's body, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath his clothes. He pulled away for a moment, breathing heavily. "Let me show you just how much I want you," he whispered, his eyes locked onto mine.