Chapter 30

It was a bad idea, and Sam knew it—knew it would just make the hurt worse afterward, knew having him and then letting him go would make everything a million times worse. But he just didn’t care. First and foremost was the need to know what Michael tasted like—felt like. He was sure they’d be explosive in bed, and he was absolutely certain a night with Michael would be the best he’d ever had.

Sam was leaving, and he wanted that with Michael.

“Hey,” Sam said, his voice soft and low. “As soon as my transfer comes through, I’ll be gone, right? It’s not like I have to work out my notice. Just pack up my stuff and my cat and go.”

Michael scowled hard. “Yeah. So?”

Sam took a breath and then a chance. He slid closer, and then, with his gaze fixed on Michael’s, lifted up, swung a leg over, and landed on Michael’s lap. Immediately Michael gripped his thighs, and a moan that sent shivers down Sam’s spine tore out of Michael’s throat.

“What are you…fuck…doing?”