Everything else had disappeared for Colin. Everything, except maybe Dexter. Only the two of them existed right now. In a world that Colin controlled. Where he created what he wanted, what he saw, heard—a world that reflected only him.
The whole room felt it alongside Dexter as it bent to Colin’s will. It was dizzying. Electric. Dexter’s pulse beat hot in his ears as he watched Colin’s amazing blue eyes absorbed in his work. If he wasn’t sitting, Dexter would’ve been on the floor. His skin felt too tight. Blood pumped hard between his legs. This had to be the hottest moment in his life. Hottest and most tender and he couldn’t even begin to describe it.