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“I invited you!” My mouth falls open at the sheer hypocrisy, “You told me to go!”

“You weren’t supposed to say yes!”

“Brilliant, Carter. Why don’t you just add ‘not a mind-reader’ to my list of deficiencies?” He scowls.“If anything, I’ve done you a favour. You get to save the day and I get to be the fuck up. Order has been restored to the Carter Cinematic Universe!”

“Don’t pull that self-pity crap with me, and keep your voice down”, Brandon hisses. “You think I wanted to come swooping in? You think I wouldn’t much rather have had fun with you instead of watching you have fun with just about anyone else?”

My shirt is so wet it’s practically sticking to me. “Why does it matter so much who I was with?” We’re at my door and I stomp ahead of him, pulling out my keys. ”Are you jealous?”

He stops. Wet hair plastered to his face. His eyes flash in anger. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Fuck. That was too far.

“It was just a joke. Lighten up”.You just got him back in your life. Don’t screw it up again.I unlock the door, “Come inside”.

He stands rooted to the spot. “Why would you say that?” He sounds strangled, and I feel a stab of guilt that I’m the cause of his obvious distress. “You can’t just… we agreed that we’d just be… ”

“I’m sorry”, I say quickly. “I’m sorry, okay? About all of it. I’m just… drunk, and stupid”. The smart thing to do right now would be for me to just say goodnight, head inside and go to bed. I could do all of those things.

Icould.

So why does it feel like I can’t move?

The security light that’s been illuminating our conversation fizzles and burns out. “Parker”, he says into the darkness. My name sounds so long on his lips. So wretched. “Go to bed, okay?”

“Nah”. I shake my head. “I like it here”.

“Your clothes are soaked”.

“True”, I sluggishly pull my t-shirt over my head, letting it drop to the ground. I stand there, bare-chested, with a triumphant smile. “Problem solved”.

“You’re trouble”, he says, a light in his eye.

“That used to be what you liked about me”.

I’ve got a sudden desire to reach out and touch him. And the hunger in his eyes tells me that I’m not the only one feeling this way. He takes a step forward.

I lean against my doorway. “What do I get if I go to bed?”

“I might still be speaking to you in the morning”.

“What do I get if I stay here?” I breathe.

We’re so close I can literally see him swallow. He opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say dies on his lips as I grab his shirt, and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss.

His mouth meets mine, warm and sweet and hungry. Firm hands grip my chest, and suddenly he’s pushing me backwards. “Don’t”, he gasps for breath, “Not if you don’t mean it”.

I answer him with another kiss, fumbling with my key and dragging him into the hallway. I barely close the door behind us before I’ve pulled his shirt off too.

His lips are as soft. His touch is electric. His weight presses me to the wall. His hands work their way down my waist, holding me firmly in place. I almost faint with desire when his tongue joins the party.

Every single one of my senses is overloading. Outside, the rain whips against the door, but I feel like I’m burning up. I’m firmly in control of this, but he’s meeting me with every beat.

This is the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

Every single fibre of my being is screaming at him to touch me. To really touch me. My dick is hardening, and if I can feel it, then so can he. He breaks free of me for a moment, and I thinkdamn, this is it, he’s going to stop. But instead, he snarls and begins exploring my neck with his teeth.

Another flash of lightning momentarily lights up the room.

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