Chapter 33

Marcus gasps as Sebastian pushes him onto his back and trails his tongue down Marcus’ throat. He sucks on Marcus’ collarbone, then pauses to tug at Marcus’ shirt impatiently.

The next few minutes are a blur of tangled limbs, discarded clothes, and banged elbows as they strip down and intertwine. As Sebastian works his way down Marcus’ body, Marcus runs his fingers through Sebastian’s hair, closes his eyes, and finally lets himself go.11

Marcus looks around the bathroom and scowls. No windows. Not even a skylight. What sort of shitty motel doesn’t have an escape route in their bathrooms? How are people supposed to flee their poor choices in the morning? Especially when said poor choices are lying shirtless on the bed and hogging up all the pillows?