MARCUS’S POV
I stepped closer to Damien. This time, his eyes opened, and I could read his entire history in them. In his eyes, I saw him on the same bed that Aria now lay in, looking up at me.
“Stop me, if you can…”
I let the words hang in the air as my fingers closed around the front of his towel, pulling it off his waist. The piece of cloth fell to our feet.
My mouth watered at the sight of him. “Brother, help me,” I swallowed.
Damien gasped, a soft exhale falling from his lips. He looked at Aria, unable to form any words. Aria’s body fell further into the bed, her eyes taking on a look of defeat, bloodshot and weary.
Damien faced me once again.
I was done wasting time.
I grabbed his face and crashed my lips on my brother’s, pulling him snug against me as my back hit the wall. Da
