18 Chapter 18

The soft touch along his hip startled him into dropping the washcloth. Shawn’s hand came around and picked it up from the sink, resuming Dario’s task as Shawn pressed gently into his back.

“I’d still like to fix you some dinner,” Shawn said. “Do you want me to start it now, or do you want to shower first? Or we could just go back to bed.”

His stomach growled at the mention of food, and Shawn’s face was so open while he studied Dario in the mirror. “Why don’t you do that while I shower?”

“We’re probably more likely to eat that way.” Shawn skimmed his free hand up to Dario’s chest, toying with the hair. “Though I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop jumping you once we’re done.”

Dario smiled. “I wouldn’t ask you to make that promise.”

His instincts were shouting at him to get dressed and run to the safety of his motel room before anybody caught them. But nobody was going to catch them, and for once, Dario didn’t want to worry about anything. 4