Eli couldn’t sleep.
It had been three days since the beer, the question, and the stare that burned hotter than it should have. Three days since he left Natalie’s house shaking, horny, and confused.
And now, everything felt off.
Natalie was texting him more. Saying she missed him. Asking if something was wrong. He kept saying no, kept smiling when they FaceTimed, kept pretending like her hands still made his skin heat up the way they used to.
They didn’t.
All he could think about was him—the way the man’s chest glistened with sweat, the way his voice dropped like a threat when he teased, the way his eyes never blinked, like he already knew what Eli looked like when he came.
And that was the problem.
Eli had come—more than once—thinking about the man he shouldn’t even look at like tha
