Chapter 54

I flash him a quick smile and lie down

alongside Dylan, shifting as little as I possibly can so I don’t

disturb him but he looks at me anyway, his eyes dulled and shiny

with lust. “Where are you going?” he murmurs, sitting as I prop

myself up on one elbow and curl my legs onto the bed. “Neal—”

“Lie back down,” I tell him. He obeys,

resting his head on my legs, and then he rolls onto his side so

he’s facing me, his back to the rest of the room and his unzipped

jumpsuit falling open to reveal smooth, pale skin. “You’re so

beautiful,” I breathe, running a hand along his muscled chest. He

brings his knees up as I fold my arm beneath my head, and now we’re

an unending circle, an eternity, just us two. A perfect position,

actually, if we were alone. But we’re not.

He watches me as I rub his exposed flesh, my

hand sure along his body, the contours more familiar to me than my

own. When I brush across the front of his boxers, his eyes slip