FLAVIAN FROZE, his mind going utterly blank the instant Ezekiel’s lips touched his.
Because Ezekiel was kissing him.
Ezekiel was kissing him. Flavian never, ever, expected it to happen, or for it to be like this.
A passionate, uninhibited kiss with Ezekiel’s firm body pressing against his, pushing him into the unyielding surface of the door. Who would have thought that a man like Ezekiel would kiss like that? And for an instant Flavian drowned in it—the feel of Ezekiel’s smooth lips on his, the firm grip of his hands on Flavian’s waist—as Ezekiel devoured him.
But then reality came back in a flood. “We can’t do this.”
Flavian tried to speak clearly, but the words were lost in the kiss. He brought his hands up and braced them against Ezekiel’s shoulders, trying to push Ezekiel away, b
