Chapter 9

Seb did. And the longer he held Levi tucked into his side, the more acutely aware Levi became of more than just the way the man smelled.

A hard hip that nudged against his on every other step, sometimes just a glance, other times a firm press. The way he clicked his tongue every once in a while, a distracted tap against his teeth that had Levi hungering to feel it for himself. Long fingers absently toying with Levi’s sleeve, plucking at the fabric to pull it away from his skin, teasing him with hints of heat seeping from their tips.