For all the ignoring he’d done, for all the pretending he’d managed, Toby couldn’t ignore that. Gideon took the glass, their fingers brushing again, hot and electric. Gideon let out a sharp breath and his gaze flashed to Toby’s. “I, um, I should . . .” He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling. “God, I need to—” He went to step around Toby, but Toby grabbed his arm. He hadn’t meant to. He had no recollection of moving, but when he looked down, his hand had a hold of Gideon. Gideon looked down at Toby’s hand, then up to his face, his eyes imploring, his lips parted, chest heaving. They
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