Chapitre 9: Chapter 9

“Stay there.”

The only thing disappearing to the kitchen did was make the scent less prevalent. As Gideon filled a basin with steaming hot water, he bowed his head, trying to banish every thought of how Jess had tasted, how Jess had writhed, how Jess had begged Gideon to let him come in the wee hours of the morning when not even the stars were out to play. By the time he returned to the bedroom, all he’d accomplished was thickening his layers of guilt.

Jess should have better, but it had been so long since Gideon had had somebody in his life he could call his best friend, he had forgotten there were certain lines not to be crossed if one didn’t want to lose said best friend.

And Gideon couldn’t lose Jesse. He needed the man far too much for that.