Chapter 4

“For your eyes only!” I tell him. I’m amazed

that I’m still so hard for him despite this. Maybe because of

it, a voice inside me whispers, but I refuse to believe that.

“I thought we were here to hook up,” I tell him, finally pulling up

my briefs. They’re damp and clammy against my skin, my hands smell

of musk and sex, my cock burns with a sweet fire that threatens to

set me aflame but I ignore it. I stagger as I try to pull my jeans

up. “You never said you wanted to document the deed.”

Damien touches the small of my back. I’m

precarious anyway, teetering on one foot as I wrestle with the

jeans, and it’s all too easy to fall back on the bed beside him.

“Brandon,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder. His lips are hot

through my shirt. I want to push him away again but can’t. As if he

knows this, he nuzzles against me, forces his head under my arm to

rub his nose into my ribs. His hair feels impossibly soft beneath