Shit. Shit. Shit. Mitch knew he was screwed. Why was he letting his emotions get the best of him? He knew this fucking trip was a mistake.
The elevator door slid open and he stood rooted to the ground. Somehow Mitch knew if he went swimming with Craig, things were going to change. Somethingwould change their relationship, either for better or worse. He could feel it in his bones, as if his body were screaming at him to turn back. Warning him to run. Run back to the room. Go to bed. Don’t go to the pool with Craig.
Then he felt Craig’s hand on his back, his fingers on Mitch’s bare skin and pleasure seared through him.
“Mitchell?” Craig asked, watching him intently with those sky-blue eyes.
And he took that step. He ignored all the warning signs. Ignored his common sense. Craig followed him in and the doors slid closed. They were alone. And every cell in Mitch’s body knew it