Chapter 17Namir woke to banging on his front door. He lifted his head off Jinx’s chest and winced. Damn, he hadn’t drooled on him, had he?
A hand slid up to his neck, gently trying to push him back down again.
“There’s someone at the door.”
Jinx groaned and turned a little, so he was trapping Namir between the backrest of the couch and his body. His warm, strong body. A hard length pressed against Namir’s thigh, and he recoiled. Before he knew what he was doing, he was shoving at Jinx.
It had Jinx scramble away from him and more or less falling to the floor. “Sorry, sorry. I was only half awake. I didn’t mean—”
Another series of loud knocks sounded.
“f**k. I’m sorry, Namir. I’ll never…” He rubbed a hand over his face. “Promise.”
Namir wasn’t weak anymore. He wasn’t in a state of con
