Chapter 13Once Ian had returned from his miserable excursion and found that Adam hadn’t returned, he’d been far more incensed than worried. At that point, Ian’s first instinct was to call Adam, demanding he return, but pride got the better of him. Instead, Ian stood in a scalding, hot shower, scrubbing every inch of himself until his skin was raw. The sensation of wrongness from earlier, returning, getting into his head, building. Unable to shake the nagging sense of having committed an unforgiveable sin. One he’d need to beg forgiveness for, atonement.
Odd, considering that s*x previously had always been perfunctory. A means to an end. Information, boredom, release from the buildup of violence Ian carried with him. Never as simple as mere desire alone. Lust, yes. Ian had lusted after his
