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My wide, unblinking gaze meets his as he looks between me and the scene just past the tree he’s currently pinning me against.

Oh God, did they see us?

Nolan’s got one arm braced against my chest, and his knee’s wedged between my thighs.

Moans, pleas, and the distinct sound of flesh smacking against flesh fills the air. It’s all I can hear next to the blood steadily rising in my ears.

My stomach clenches, and Nolan’s frown deepens.

And that’s when I feel it.

Oh…oh no, oh please no.

Nolan’s gaze snaps down to mine, widening.

I try to shake my head, my entire body trembling so hard, I’m practically vibrating out of my skin.

Tears sting the back of my eyes, and I can’t breathe—I can’t fuckingbreathe.

Nolan’s palm is sweaty against my face, and I pant against it, tasting the saltiness of his skin with each inhale.

My cock twitches. Right against his thigh.

Myhardcock.

Nonononono—

Nolan blinks a couple times, like he’s coming out of a daze. He shakes his head, swallows a couple times.

Oh God. He’s going to hate me. He’s probably disgusted.

And just like that, I’m no longer in the woods.

It’s dark.

Cold.

I’m strapped to a chair, and someone’s standing over me with a needle.

I’m shaking my head, pleading, denying what they saw, what they think they know about me…

“I’m not gay.”

Iam, but I’ll say whatever they want if it means letting me go.

A piercing sound fills the room and I squeeze my eyes shut, gritting my teeth.

Too much, please, it’s too much…

The noise on the intercom fades into a low buzzing. There’s crackling, and then a voice…

“Dear Heavenly Father, today we come to Thee—”

A hand tugson my hair and my eyes fly open.

Nolan’s brows sit low and heavy over his eyes, knitted in the center. He shakes his head and his mouth moves, framing words I struggle to make out.

It’s okay,he’s saying.

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