Chapter 17
Derek’s POV
The apartment was dark and quiet, the only sound was the faint tick of the wall clock in the hallway.
Mom had gone to bed early after a long shift, her door firmly closed.
I lay in my room, staring at the ceiling, body still humming from the stolen touches Marcus had given me throughout the day. His hand on my lower back while Mom cooked.
The way his fingers had brushed my thigh under the dinner table. The promise in his eyes every time our gazes met.
I knew I should stay in bed. The rules we kept setting were already in pieces, but doing anything while Mom slept just down the hall was crossing another line.
My door creaked open anyway.
Marcus stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the dim hallway light. He didn’t speak.
He simply stepped inside, closed th
