Even if an earthquake were tearing the ground apart or an alien invasion unfolded just outside the window, Chris doubted anything could drag him away from this moment.
Sky sat opposite him.
His lips tantalizingly close.
His beautiful, hesitant eyes locked on him.
And Chris's finger... resting on those perfect lips.
Damn.
Chris was absolutely damned.
The voice in his head whispered, dark and tempting, and before he could think twice, he obeyed. He dipped his finger just slightly, teasing the line of Sky's mouth.
Sky's eyes snapped open, wide with shock and... something.
Something undefinable.
Chris couldn't look away. His lips twitched into a slow, wicked smile as Sky's chest heaved, rising and falling with shallow breaths. His gaze flitted between disbelief and...
That something.
