#Chapter23
Their clothes were still on, despite his raging hard-on wishing otherwise. Lucien pulled back, a stuttering, blushing mess. Angel simply sighed, pulled his hand from inside Lucien's pants and readjusted his own slacks.
/"Yes,/" he said at the same time that Lucien said, /"No./"
/"Are — /" Ronan bit his lip. Frowned deep enough for his eyebrows to knit together. Something was wrong. Angel had known the other man long enough for that to be painfully obvious. /"Are you heading home anytime soon?/"
/"Why?/" Angel asked. Lucien, red-faced and somewhat breathless, had tilted his head to the side. Even he must have noticed the sudden change in his friend. Nervous energy now fed from him, replacing the joyful mood he had been in before they had stepped outside, less than fifteen minutes before.
/"Adam said I have to get back./" Again. The name. Flinch. Then the concealment.
