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Wren dropped his hands and looked at him. “Alright?”
Percy laughed. ‘Yes,’ he signed.
“So…you’re not running? Even after knowing that—after how unfair it will all be for you.”
Brows flying up, Percy shook his head slowly. “I’m not running. And none of it sounds unfair. It’s what I want too.” He put the tip of his finger against his lower lip, then tapped his chest. ‘Tell me what else.’
Wren rolled his eyes up to the ceiling for a long second. “I want you again. I want to do all those things we couldn’t fit into a single night.”
“Like putting me on my knees,” Percy said in a slightly wobbly voice.
Wren’s eyes darkened. “Yeah. Yes.”
“I want that too.”
Wren seemed startled. “Even without me being able to promise more?”
That stung a little, but Percy was willing to take whatever Wren was offering because no one had ever made him feel the way Wren did. Not in the bedroom and not after. He felt seen—heard. He felt appreciated and respected. He felt…
Safe.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment you left my room,” Percy admitted. “And if you’re offering, I will not say no. I can’t. I’ve been craving your touch every second of every day. Being your friend and nothing else was torture.”
“God,” Wren groaned. His hands curled into fists, then relaxed, and before Percy would say or do anything else, Wren cupped the sides of his neck and tugged until their foreheads were touching. “This might be the worst decision I’ve ever made. Of all people, I don’t want to hurt you. But I don’t have the strength to push you away anymore.”
“So don’t. I’m not asking you for anything but this,” Percy whispered. And he meant that with his whole heart. He didn’t entirely understand how Wren felt or what this might mean for the future. But he was fine with it.
His heart would survive when it ended.
“You’re really not, are you?” Wren asked, his voice full of wonder. He pulled back and traced a light, careful touch around Percy’s lips. “Tell me what you want tonight.”
“I want to drop down to my knees and follow your orders. I want to make you feel good.”
“And for you?” Wren pressed.
“I want whatever you’ll give me,” Percy answered. The words felt like a secret he’d been holding on to for too long. The weight that lifted when he spoke them was almost overwhelming.
Wren’s pupils dilated, and he groaned, then grabbed Percy roughly by the jaw and kissed him until he was wild with need and just shy of desperate.
“My bedroom,” Wren finally gasped. He shook his head like he was trying to clear it, then pointed to a door. “Right there. I want you through that door and clothes off in one minute.”
“And then?” Percy asked.
Wren pulled all the way back and met his gaze hard as he signed slow enough for Percy to follow along, ‘Then wait for me.’
Percy could do that. He’d wait a thousand years if he had to because he knew that while there was no chance in hell this was ever going to last, he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take while Wren was offering himself over.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
This was a mistake. It had to be. It felt too good. Too right. It felt indulgent and fucking decadent, and Wren wasn’t used to giving himself anything like that. Not even his hottest hookups had left him with that syrupy sensation of impossible want coursing through his body the way that Percy did.
It wasn’t even something the man had done. Not really. It was just his presence, and Wren had no idea what that meant. Deep down, nothing had changed. It just felt like bits and pieces of him were waking up—tingling like they’d been asleep for most of his life.
But it was only Percy who could make him crave like this, and Wren knew he had to do something about it. He needed to take his time and be patient so he could understand exactly what it meant for him—and what it meant for the future—but he knew deep down there was no way he wanted to let Percy go.
If it ended, it wouldn’t be at his word.
And that was a terrifying thought.
