Lucas's mouth curved, but there was no real humor in it. "That is mine to decide."
The HVAC hummed softly; the monitors washed a cold blue across Trevor's face. Outside, copper-edged leaves flicked against the glass like coins.
Trevor didn't retreat. If anything, his body leaned in, the line of his shoulders taut under the suit. "I know," he said, his voice lower now, threaded with something rougher. "I told myself it was for you, to keep the rut out of the equation and let you focus on the palace event." He let out a short, quiet breath. "But don't think for a second it meant I didn't want you. Suppressants won't stop me from wanting to sleep with you."
Lucas's lashes lowered, hiding the green of his eyes for a moment. When he looked back up, there was a glint of heat under the tiredness. "You've been walking around like a monk," he said softly. "Meanwhile, I've been trying to remember what you smell like without an office between us."
