Noah was sitting on the edge of his bed, hands deep in his hair, mind a complete disaster. The previous night haunted him like a nagging echo, the passion, the urgency, the way his body had betrayed him despite his better sense. His chest ached, a deep-seated shame combined with a disturbing desire settling within him.
He shouldn't have done that.
He reminded himself again and again that it had been a mistake, a loss of judgment, a moment he had let slip in which he had yielded to something he shouldn't have. But the expression Kai had had, the feel of his touch, the breathing into his mouth—why could it not vanish?
With a irritated sigh, he snapped up his phone and called the only person who could provide him with a truthful reply—Ethan.
"Dude, it is far too early for this," Ethan growled to answer the phone, voice heavy with slumber. "What went down?"
Noah hesitated to say anything. "I want your opinion on something…hypothetically."
