Augustine's breath hitched.
His entire body tensed his grip on the steering wheel tightening as if grounding himself.
The world around him blurred into nothing—only Charles existed at that moment, his words sinking deep, igniting a fire that made Augustine's pulse race.
"Come on, baby boy. Don't you have anything to say?" Charles teased, his voice laced with playful seduction.
Slowly, he use his other hand to raise his glasses from his eyes, pushing them up until they rested loosely in his hair.
The dim lighting inside the car cast a shadow over his sharp features, making his gaze even more intense as he locked eyes with Augustine.
His fingers trailed lazily across Augustine's chest, tracing invisible patterns as he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against Augustine's skin.
A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, waiting—daring Augustine to respond.
