Gideon walked Toby backward into his room. “Thank god,” he mumbled before capturing Toby’s mouth with his own. They stood there beside the bed, kissing, tasting, and reacquainting with wandering hands and lazy tongues. Toby was in no hurry to get to the finish line tonight. He wanted to savour it, enjoy it. And Gideon wasn’t in a rush either. The way he held Toby’s face, gentle and sweet, how his fingers danced over his skin down his neck, and how he sighed and moaned like he found it all so . . . exquisite. No, there was no rush at all. And hours later, when they finally did fall asleep, they
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