The weekend at the cabin felt like a dream—long days of touching, f*****g, and talking about everything and nothing. But returning to the city brought reality crashing back. Saint noticed the shift in Joshua almost immediately. The easy smiles from the cabin were replaced by nervous glances and careful distance when they were out in public.
They tried to keep their secret. Saint went back to the garage, Joshua to his studio. But the pull between them never lessened. Nights were still filled with heated touches and whispered confessions, but during the day, the tension grew.
It started with their mutual friend, Marcus. He stopped by the garage one afternoon while Joshua was there helping Saint with some paperwork. Marcus leaned against the workbench, chatting casually, but his eyes kept f
