Your kind of thing?” His tone was light, but there was a subtle undercurrent in his words, as if he were trying to anchor me to the moment.“It’s fine,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “You okay?”“No,” I admitted before I could stop myself. Gay sex He was dressed now, his fitted t-shirt snug against his chest and shoulders, emphasizing the broad curve of his upper body. I should have hated it. He’d clung to my hand as I guided him from branch to branch, my own palm sweaty but steady as I made sure he didn’t slip. My throat constricted, and a tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.I turned away quickly, my fists curling at my sides as I tried to push the moment down, bury it somewhere deep. But even as I moved, the weight of his gaze lingered, steady and unyielding.Memories threatened to surface, sharp and vivid. My hair stuck up in uneven tufts from where Theo’s arm had pressed against me all night, and my shirt was rumpled, creased from the sheets and his weight. His faint smirk made my stomach twist, and I quickly looked away.The museum was a welcome reprieve from the tight confines of the car.
