With a click, Draco closed the door to Riley's room. Still fresh in his mind was the flash of white flesh disappearing behind the bathroom door.
The boy is killing him.
In that situation, to be in the room with Riley and then suddenly start having these not-so-wholesome thoughts, for a man like Draco, who never had a lover, was akin to putting a bar of chocolate in front of a child. Tempting. Very tempting. As if testing his restraints.
Walking back to his own room, Draco met Dylan, who was coming up the stairs.
Thanks to Draco's interference, the younger man had to go back home earlier than he intended. And he just came back from having dinner with his parents. He finally got away after giving the excuse of leaving a few tasks unattended. It was a lame excuse. He knew it and his parents did too. But thankfully, they did not ask further.
