Chapter 56

“I think about you all the time. I know you don’t think so, but I do.”

Tristan abruptly stopped kneading and trailed the waistband of Aiden’s trousers.

“Tris, not here. Someone might come.”

Tristan either didn’t hear him or pretended not to. Aiden didn’t move. He could have; he could have spoken again, and Tristan would have listened, but instead, he stood there with his hands on the roof of the car.

“The thing is…” Tristan tugged at his trousers until the winter air brushed upon his bare buttocks. “…you never listen.”

“I listen!” Aiden’s knees threatened to give out as Tristan’s rough finger trailed his crack—just a soft touch, a reminder of his naked skin being uncovered.

“What did I say?” Hot air touched the back of his neck.

“That I don’t listen?”

“Before that?”