Mark doesn’t suggest they turn on the lights. Maybe because it’s Seth’s room, he thinks it’s Seth’s call. Whatever they get up to will be better in the dark. He shrugs out of his shirt, tosses it to the floor, then steps out of his shoes one foot at a time. As he unbuckles his belt, he asks softly, “What exactly are you doing here?”
Somewhere near the door, he hears the sigh of fabric as Mark undresses. “Because I like the way you kissed me.”
“I didn’t mean anything special by it,” Seth assures him, dropping his jeans to the floor. “Whatever happens tonight stays in here, got it?”
The floorboard creaks as Mark approaches. He feels a gentle touch strum up the back of his thigh as he leans over to pull off his pants. Mark’s fingers feel like butterflies lighting up and down his skin.
Wit
