The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur of touches and stolen kisses. They never made it back to cooking breakfast. Instead, they spent hours on the couch, talking in low voices, hands never leaving each other for long. Every brush of fingers, every lingering look, felt electric now that the truth was out.
By evening, the tension had built to something unbearable. Saint was in the bedroom changing into fresh clothes when Joshua walked in. The air shifted instantly.
Joshua closed the door behind him, eyes dark with intent. “Saint.”
That was all it took.
Joshua crossed the room and pushed Saint gently onto the bed. Saint let him, heart hammering as Joshua climbed on top, straddling his hips. “My turn to start this,” Joshua whispered, leaning down to kiss him deeply.
Their mouths moved
