Chapter 25

Noah was touching Lucas before he even realized he’d crossed the room again. The touch was soft, but enough to warn Lucas of Noah’s intentions. He moved his fingers up Luke’s arm to grip his shoulder. Noah knew that, like the night in his living room, Luke wasn’t going to make the first move. This was his show. Whether he gave in or whether he walked away, it was up to him. But Lucas looked at him with unwavering, clear eyes. He wasn’t flinching or pulling away.