Trevor lifted his head, eyes catching the dim light, storm-dark and molten at once. "I won't," he said simply, the promise soft and absolute.
And then he kissed him again, slower, deeper, letting the warmth of his pheromones curl around them both until the world beyond their bed ceased to exist. The book, the night, the threats, all of it dissolved, leaving only the rhythm of their breathing and the steady press of Trevor's hands, holding him like he already had all the time in the world to pay whatever price love demanded.
Lucas could feel Trevor's restraint unraveling in the slow drag of his lips, in the way those hands gripped his waist like Trevor was reminding himself he could hold on. It had been too long, too many nights interrupted by plans, schemes, and guests.
But here, now, there was only them.
