Sebastian’s eyes caught his, locked up their gazes, and Sebastian gripped his hair so tight that Owen was sure it was inspired by oblivion more than mindful thought. “f**k me.”
It didn’t matter that they were still soaked, or that Owen wasn’t completely sure where the bedroom was. He stood, obeying as if the request had been a demand, stepped out of the tub, and turned back to scoop Sebastian off his feet. Sebastian wound his legs around Owen’s waist and buried his face in Owen’s neck. For a second, Owen imagined himself forgoing the wait, shoving Sebastian’s back against the wall, and f*****g him right then and there. Instead, he promised himself they would revisit the fantasy, walked them through the doorway of the bathroom, and out into the hall. The short passageway was much cooler th
