He got lost in the movements and in the way Louis’s eyes were wandering over his skin. And when Louis pulled back his lips, Taylor saw his fangs. They were pearly white and sharper than any blade he’d ever seen. He didn’t know why, but seeing those fangs made his body burn hot with more lust than his own hand could ever give him.
He was no longer jerking Gus off. He was with Louis in this dreamland where he didn’t have to worry about his own restrictions. He didn’t have to worry about the gangs or his father or the terror happening out in the streets. They weren’t enemies as the world had deemed them to be. Because Taylor knew that this would never happen in a million years. They were too different and too divided by the war between their gangs.
All he had were his thoughts and the drea
