“I want you,” Gideon said, his voice rough. “But I have to know if you’re okay with that. I know it’s complicated, but fuck, Toby, I want you. I want you in my bed, not just to sleep. I want to be with you. But I need you to tell me you want this.” Toby peeled Gideon’s fingers from his shirt and, still holding his hand, led him to Gideon’s room. Gideon’s heart was in his throat, thundering. And to Gideon’s surprise, Toby pulled Gideon’s shirt off and pushed him onto the bed. He climbed on after him, crawling up his body, his eyes fierce and determined. He pulled his own shirt off then and
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