Chapter Eight
NATHAN
The afterglow doesn’t last for very long. The moment I relax, Zeke goes limp in my arms, shaking and going all pale.
I pull out of him immediately, anxiety taking hold of me. What happened? What the hell just happened?
I put Zeke on the bed, hoping to make him comfortable because I’m not even sure how to help him otherwise.
Wes is next to him immediately, running his hands over Zeke, letting out small sounds of distress. He seems as surprised as me about what happened.
I grab the covers, pulling them over Zeke, trying to keep him warm. What happened? What the hell happened?
Fuck. f**k.
Of all the things that could have happened, this was not even close to being on my radar.
Freaking out about having s*x for the first time, sure. Freaking out about getting mark
