Chapter 34

“Fuck, Raf. I need you.”

That was all Rafael needed to hear. He practically dragged the man to his bed. Moonlight filtered in through the blinds, bathing the room in soft luminescence. He tugged off Dustin’s shirt, tossing it to the floor. He’d seen his friend’s chest before—many times over the years—but now, like this, his breathing ragged, his chest rising and falling, his skin flushed and sweaty, the sight overwhelmed him. “You’re so sexy.”

Once Rafael removed his own shirt, he pulled Dustin into his arms, and kissing him. A wave of emotion flooded through him as Dustin stroked his back. This was reallyhappening. He wasn’tdreaming. And if he was, he never wanted to wake up.