Chapter 13Cove
Cove couldn’t breathe. Their lips crashed into one another until the sunset. They climbed through the window, never separating. Their breaths were ragged, and Ciaran’s silver eyes were lustful.
The soft sheets of the bed were cold against Cove’s skin. Ciaran’s arms warmed him as their bodies pressed together. He knew they were alone. His parents were at work. Kwan would have made his presence known. Cove felt excitement course through him as their touches became electric.
“I should go,” Ciaran muttered, his hands in Cove’s hair. “Before we do…everything,” Ciaran gasped, pressing his lips against Cove’s cheek,
Their bodies were tangled, legs over legs and chest against chest. Cove was never more certain of anything. Confusion and guilt stirred. They felt so right together
