"This is a mistake," Ethan whispered, his voice hoarse. "We can't…we shouldn't…"
But his hand lingered on Caleb's arm, his fingers tightening, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate pattern on his skin. Caleb leaned in, drawn by an invisible force, and the space between them closed. He could feel Ethan's breath on his face, the heat in his body, the desperation in his eyes. His own desire was a raging storm inside him, a need so overwhelming it threatened to consume him.
He met Ethan’s mouth, thei...