Henry's POV
So addicting, so enticing, so arousing. It took all my will not to act on my instincts to grind my body against his, though the fact that I got hard slipped from my lips.
The moment he heard that, he started pushing me away, but I didn't let him.
I understood that I could under no circumstances remind him of both our identities as men while kissing him or being especially near him. Naturally he knew—but in these moments he accepted my touch, I couldn't point it out and scare him away. Because of that, as if in silent agreement, I never let my hardness touch him, taking the distance he established as the law.
But now, I really seem to have lost it entirely, even voicing out things he wasn't able to accept.
You got even for me, though it was my fault to mention the psychotic doctor, to let you see another weakness of mine. Though it was my fault for not killing him myself.
So many dumb mistakes, and I constantly continue to make them when it comes to you.
