“Yeah, something like that. Gay sex “Just trying to keep up with Calgary traffic.”He grinned, taking a slow sip from his water bottle. I got this condo. The quiet wrapped me like a blanket still warm from his touch.I leaned against the door, hand over my chest, trying to slow the thud. “For showing up.”“Yeah,” I said, words stuck. Didn’t make it less real. Walked plenty of guys up to it. “My good man.”I let the silence settle, the moment heavy with heat. Steady. His grip was firm, warm, like it knew its job.“Owen,” I said, shaking back.His eyes held mine, curious but not pushy. “You don’t need to hand over control to feel held. To hold.Still, I keep replaying the denim under my palm. Not pushing. I slid my hand inside—denim, then cotton, then the cage’s heat. “I’m tougher than I look.”“Bet you are,” I said, grinning. I was walking a line—wanting to push, needing to stay still.I shifted closer, careful.
