Chapter 9Ian considered taking off, putting much needed distance between Adam and himself. Instead, he stormed back to his room, slamming the door behind him. The tension burned through his skin, scorching everything in its wake. In the past, he’d have gotten drunk at a random bar, f*****g the first attractive guy who crossed his path. But now the desire wasn’t there. Instead, Ian tore off his sweaty clothes, tossing them to the floor before he stomped to the bathroom. Frustrated, he searched the medicine cabinet for something to take the edge off.
Ian made sure to avoid his reflection, swiping a few leftover sleeping tablets. He chased them back with a handful of water before turning the shower temperature up as hot as he could stand. Eager for a distraction, Ian stood under the scalding
