Richard
I couldn't help but obsess over him.
Jacob.
It wasn’t love or anything like it. It was something much more stronger than love.
The memory of his lips on mine, how they'd been hesitant at first, then greedy, as though he'd been yearning for the taste of my lips. The way his chest had risen and fallen rapidly as my fingers explored the curves of his body beneath his shirt, tracing the sharp ridges of his hipbones with an hungry touch.
The way his gaze had burned when I'd whispered against his mouth, “I want you."
And then Daniel had pushed open the door.
Just great.
I hadn't planned it, but the moment Daniel's shadow fell inside the room, I'd seized the opportunity. Drawn Jacob closer, deepened our kiss until it was seamy, until there could be no doubt of our sins.
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