The constant activity had kept him physically engaged and mentally distracted, which, in a way, was a blessing.At least it meant he didn’t have to think about last night.He’d been too flustered, too thrown off by Ethan’s tiny, harmless, insignificant little gesture—”Mad one today.”Max looked up from the inventory list he’d been reviewing.George.He was leaning on the counter, arms crossed, watching Max with that casual, knowing smirk that suggested he’d been observing longer than Max had realized.Max exhaled, rolling his shoulders to release some of the tension that had accumulated there. His dark grey jeans fit too well to be standard off-the-rack items, shaped by thick thighs and an undeniably powerful lower body, proving that even without neon colors, he could command attention through sheer physical presence alone.And Ethan?Ethan had made a habit of touching Harry.It had started off subtle.A fleeting brush of fingers. Gay porn Ethan wasn’t shy about it, and Harry wasn’t stopping him. Enjoy!All characters are entirely fictional besides Byron, whom has given me his express permission to include later in the book. He was huge, dominant, undeniable—a fully grown man who commanded respect through sheer physical presence alone.But Ethan had called him that.Had made his name sound diminutive, submissive, yet still highlighted his muscular development, still made it about
