When Rowan finally made it back to his designated room, his mind was a storm of confusion and guilt. The kiss he and Magnus had shared still lingered on his lips. It was warm, desperate and filled with something he couldn't name. It should've made him happy yet all he felt was an ache of shame pressing down on his chest.
The truth was, he'd slept with another man before… but he could hardly remember any of it. Those memories were blurred, faint as smoke, leaving him uncertain about what was real and what wasn't.
He lay on the bed with a sigh, eyes fixed on the ceiling as moonlight spilled through the curtains. Then his fingers unconsciously brushed over his lips, tracing the spot where Magnus's mouth had been, soft and trembling. The memory burned vividly in his mind like the way Magnus whispered his name like it was something precious.
