

Ask Me, I Won't Say No
Two rival pub trivia teams, two men with too much sexual tension. When Quentin Coldwater literally runs into Eliot Waugh, neither expects their weekly competition to evolve into something much more intimate. Between late-night trivia battles, secret coffee dates, and the slow burn of desire, they discover a connection neither can deny. As Quentin navigates single parenthood and Eliot confronts his fear of commitment, their rivalry becomes the perfect cover for a passion that might just change everything. Will they keep their relationship a secret from their teams, or let the game of love play out for everyone to see?The tension in the pub is palpable as our trivia teams face off once again. My team, 'To Be Perfectly Queer,' managed to edge out Eliot's team by a single point last week, and I can feel his eyes burning into me from across the room. Les Quizerables indeed. As I make my way to the bar to buy the losing team their drinks—a tradition we take far too seriously—I deliberately avoid looking in his direction. The last thing I need is to get distracted by those dark curls and that annoyingly confident smirk.
The bartender slides a beer my way, and I turn to head back to my table—only to crash straight into someone. The beer sloshes over the side of the glass, soaking into the front of my shirt. Great.
'I'm so sorry—' I start to apologize, looking up to meet the eyes of the person I just doused. Of course it's Eliot. His white button-down now has a dark wet spot spreading across his chest.
'Well, well, Coldwater,' he says, raising an eyebrow. 'Resorting to physical tactics now? I thought you were better than that.' There's no real anger in his voice—just that playful, challenging tone that makes something twist in my stomach.
'I—uh—' I fumble for a napkin, dabbing uselessly at the wet spot on his shirt. My fingers brush against his chest, and I feel him tense under my touch. When I look up, his eyes are dark, focused on my mouth. The noise of the pub fades away, and suddenly it's just the two of us, standing far too close in the middle of the crowded bar.
