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Last night was our first time together, and it felt better than anything else I’ve felt in my life.

It felt incredible, but it also felt right.

And shockingly intense.

It was so intense that I ended up touching myself three separate times after he left, because every single time I closed my eyes, I saw his moaning face, his parted lips, his sinful tongue, and I got hard all over again.

Hell… I’m getting hard right now just looking at him.

“Knox, there’s a—” he begins, but I want him so badly that I forget where we are and who we are.

I lean down and crash my lips onto his.

Fuck, he tastes divine!

Without stopping, I grab him by the waist, pull him into the room, and close the door.

“Wait, Knox, we need to—” Cillian mumbles against my mouth, but I press him against the door and kiss him deeply.

Tasting him, enjoying him.

I let go of his mouth and trail kisses down his jaw, burying my face in his neck.

“I’m serious, Knox, there’s a—” I cut him off again, capturing his mouth once more, slipping my tongue past his lips and tangling it with his until a sigh escapes his throat, and finally he surrenders.

His hands slide up into my hair, pulling me closer as he kisses me back just as fiercely.

So passionate, so consuming.

So Cillian.

I scoop him up into my arms without breaking the kiss, and Cillian wraps his legs around my waist. I carry him to the bed and sit down with him straddling my lap.

Then, I kiss him as roughly as I can, until we’re both panting and gasping for air.

“Cil,” I groan into his mouth as his hands move to unbutton my trousers.

BZZT! BZZT!

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and Cillian’s body tenses in an instant. He pulls back, his breathing grows uneven, and he starts to shake.

“Cil?” I ask, and tears spill over his eyelashes, streaming down his cheeks.

What the…

My stomach turns, and my chest aches because it turns out I fucking hate seeing Cillian cry.

I’m flooded by a feeling of restlessness.

A feeling I know deep in my soul will only fade once I make sure Cillian is smiling again.

Once I know he’s happy and safe.

Hell, I’d do anything he asks me to do, be anyone he wants me to be, everything he needs… just to make him stop crying.

I frame his face with both hands and dry his tears with my thumbs. “Cil? What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out. “I’m so sorry, Knox. I never thought this would happen… but I promise you won’t get dragged down into this. I’ll do whatever Aurelio asks.”