Chapter 11
It was almost a week before the phone rang.
Stefan had left the special mobile by the mattress in his flat, and had barely gone out, waiting for it to ring. He hadn’t wanted to be out the way he had when Daz had called after Stefan had followed Yannis—although the trade-off had been a slowly mounting tension over the course of six days. Just—waiting. Waiting for the next time he could go to the house. Wondering what would be different now Yannis openly knew. Wondering what Daz would do now Stefan had agreed to become…
More.
He was still crazy. Getting crazier. And Stefan knew—knew—he was going to end up in some kind of awful, dangerous trap, but…
But God, waking up every night from dreams with his hands already in his boxers and orgasm inches away—and those dreams all consi
