Chapter 39

“Wow,” Owen mouthed; his throat dry from panting, and his body weak.

“You’re welcome,” Sebastian said simply and turned back to the television. “Do you think we should find a movie?”

* * * *

“Come back down afterwards?” Sebastian had asked. He’d been standing in the doorway of his apartment, looking about eight thousand times sexier than he’d ever looked before, the reasoning of that completely beyond Owen’s comprehension. Owen had wanted a shower and a shave, and the chance to get the gross slick feeling off his teeth. But there had been no hesitation to his reply. “Yeah, I’d like that.”