Adriel leaned back, not too thrilled about the boundary being laid down. He had hoped he would be the one getting laid tonight.
"So you don't want to?"
"It's not that I don't."
Ein sighed, his brain at war with itself. On one hand, he could have let things run their natural course. It was incredibly tempting, with Adriel on top of him like that, eyes dark and heavy, his hair falling into his face.
But the bigger picture was that he shouldn't even be in Adriel's life to start with, much less kissing and touching him.
"Let's stop here," Ein murmured, gently lifting Adriel up from his lap. He might need to flee to another country to get away from this. Otherwise he'd keep coming back.
The disappointment on Adriel's face was too great to be masked. He ran a hand through his hair, looking away.
Then that cursed lamp flicked on again. Adriel shot a hand in front of his eyes, momentarily blinded by the brightness.
