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His favorite Adidas scuffed the ground when he moved around me, my hands shooting out to catch his biceps. I stepped in front of him, taking up his line of sight, still feeling possessive enough to want him to look at me and only me.

I’d always been possessive of Wes, but after last night, it was like an extra heartbeat in me. A constant thrum of greed for his attention.

“Wes,” I entreated softly, watching the way his hair ruffled in the wintry air. It made me realize just how cold it was, and I frowned. “You should have worn a coat.”

“I wouldn’t need one if you’d let me go inside,” he countered.

Releasing his arms, I stepped to the side and gestured for him to go ahead. He made it one step before I curled my hand around his, threading our fingers together.

His footsteps stuttered, entire upper body turning to look at our newly clasped hands. “You’re holding my hand.” His voice was slightly awed, eyes fastened like super-strength Velcro to our entangled digits.

“Do you not want me to?” I asked, an inkling of unease uncoiling inside me.

He shook his head, not really an answer but almost bewilderment. “Do you?”

I scowled. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“People will see,” he whispered, eyes straying in the direction of the diner.

The scowl turned into a full-blown glower. “I’d ask if you had a problem with PDA, but given the way you were letting that asshole climb all over you last night, I already know the answer,” I snapped, pulling my hand free to fold my arms across my chest and glare. “So I’m guessing the problem is me? Do you not want to be seen with me?” I had to admit the idea of this fucking stung.

A panicked look flashed over his features. “No! That’s not it at all!”

“Then what is it?” I spat.

His face fell, insecurity brimming in his eyes. “I thought maybe you might not want to be seen with me.”

All the anger and hurt drained away, immediately replaced with the need to comfort and reassure him. Arms falling to my sides, I took a small step closer, wrapping one hand around his elbow. “Nemo. Is that what you think?”

He shrugged. “You said being bi was a secret. Maybe you aren’t ready to come out. Maybe you don’t want everyone to know you’re, ah, sleeping with your brother.”

“You aren’t my brother,” I deadpanned.

“Most people don’t know that,” he muttered. Then louder, “I’m just saying I understand if you don’t want people to know…” His voice trailed away.

“Know what?” I demanded.

He swallowed. “About whatever we are.”

I recoiled as though he’d hit me. “Whatever we are?”

“Well, we haven’t really talked about it.”

Taking his chin in my hand, I held it tight while stepping so close our chests nearly collided. I could see the gold flecks in his brown eyes, see the way his pupils dilated then focused completely on me. “What part ofminedid you not understand?”

“You don’t care if people know? My friends?”

My God, he was going to be the death of me.

Still holding his face, I crushed my mouth to his. His little whine of surrender made my dick twitch, and the fingers holding his chin let go so I could palm his face with both hands. Even though he responded enthusiastically, I kept my grip, letting him know in no uncertain terms he would remain that way until I was done owning his mouth.

And own it I did. I plundered my tongue as deep as it would go, swiping up every taste of him I could find. His hands gripped the lapels of my jacket, bunching the leather in his fingers as he kissed me back with equal fervor. Every time the harsh wind would blow, a thin stream of icy air would slip between us, making the kiss feel minty.

I pulled back, bringing his upper lip with me, tugging it until I had to let go. His tongue swiped at it, smoothing it back into place and locking in all the traces I’d just left behind. Unable to resist, I leaned in again, rubbing my lips over his in one last lingering kiss.

Lifting my face, I wound the long white strings of the hoodie around my fists, locking us close. “Listen and listen good, Wesley.” My voice was gravelly from all the passion swirling inside me.

A little shiver moved through him, and my already thickening dick stiffened even more.

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