Chapter 1: Day 17, NightThe night bathed the scene and everyone involved in shades of gilt. Creamy bed-linens, amber lighting, solid wooden posts, swooping draperies. Even the privacy screens framed the scene with tall composed bones and billows. Colby Kent, out of clothing and into the least amount of fabric possible for preserving modesty, dove into sheets. Jill had commanded heaters to be brought, but the air was cold.
Filming, he thought. Filming this scene. This s*x scene. With Jason.
With Jason, with whom he’d more or less rediscovered s*x. Wanting. Desire. The way his body could feel.
He had wanted Jason. He still did, though that was complicated. Even now, memories of that morning—and the night before—lingered. They sent shivers down his spine, delicious and bright and amazed.
