The warm lamplight picked out the curve of his shoulders, the faint tan lines from a summer already spent outdoors. Cold mist. Gay sex Third, a scalding jet to the shoulder.“Jesus—”I flailed and slapped it off, already dripping, trying to find the sweet spot, but the system was one of those designer setups with no labels and too many settings, some mix of Euro design and sadism. “Yeah.”I stepped in first. I carded a hand through his still-damp hair. I’ve still got both kneecaps, might as well use ’em.”We pushed off again, tires crunching over pine needles as the trail leveled out. The cuffs swallowed half his wrists. “That’s a win.”I dropped the tailgate and pulled out two water bottles and a protein bar. Just… give me two minutes.” He sat up, reaching for the discarded Ethikas and yanking them on with none of the earlier teasing slowness.I didn’t stop him. Just my pulse picking up for reasons I couldn’t fully comprehend.I walked to the window again, peering down at the row of tail lights inching down Lonsdale, tracing the SeaBus heading back across the inlet.
