Chapter 94
Jack
I stretch and groan in bed, from the harsh morning sunlight and the sound of waves crashing outside the window.
I don't remember how I came home last night, all I remember is that once we got home, I pinned Nolan against the wall, by the stairs. The memory is vivid—his back pressed against the cool plaster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as I captured his mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss.
We made out like teenagers, desperate and urgent, until he came undone on my knee, his release soaking through the fabric of his pants. The feel of him, the sound of his whimpers, it's all etched into my mind.
By the time I stumbled back to my room, my heartbeat hadn't slowed down.
