“It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, up until that point,” he breathes, hand reaching out to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind my ear, all while I scramble to have some kind of response. “Now it's second to the show you and Zen put on for Adonis,” he adds, and a shiver runs down my spine, need curling its way through my limbs as desire attempts to take over. And I’m far too tempted to let it.
