Chapter 8
From the kitchen, Gideon listened to the distant sound of the shower, its rhythmic hum soothing even though he wasn’t the one under the spray. There had been a moment when Jess had reached the doorway, when he had glanced back to meet Gideon’s eyes, that he’d been tempted to ignore his earlier offer of hot tea for Jesse’s throat and shove him to the wall to f**k him then and there. But Gideon had turned away, heading to the kitchen without a word. Jess didn’t want to be treated any differently, so that’s what he was going to do. He gave Jess privacy when he needed it. Tonight would be no different.
He poured the boiling water from the kettle into the teapot, stirring absently as he mulled over the night’s events. He had no f*****g clue what to do next. Lucas Richards wanted ans
