Danny's POV
The silence in the car after the seat dropped was heavy, vibrating with the kind of tension that makes your teeth ache. I was straddling him, my knees dug into the sides of the driver’s seat, staring down at Chadwick.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark, half challenging, half waiting.
"Harassing you?" I whispered, my voice thick.
I didn't give him time to answer, I leaned down and pressed my mouth to his. It wasn't the violent, teeth clashing mess from before. It was soft. I let my tongue slide against his, tasting the scotch and the heat, a slow, deep pull that made my head spin. I pulled back just an inch, our lips still grazing.
"This is how it is done with love," I breathed.
I went back in, deeper this time, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the buttons of his linen
