The ventilation system hummed desperately, working overtime to clear the thick, intoxicating scent of mixed pheromones that still clung to every surface of the hotel suite. Grayson sat frozen for a moment. His eyes stayed shut behind the arms he covered them with.
Then, with his free hand, he unconsciously touched his lips. There was still a lingering tingling sensation from Neville's kisses. The smell of his clothes still carried the lingering scent of ocean pheromones that would need to be washed thoroughly to face.
Stop, Grayson reminded himself.
His jaw clenched as his heart started to pound uncontrollably. Somewhere frozen deep inside him had melted and was wreaking havoc. Grayson glanced at the wrapped figure on his bed, at the tousled brown hair visible above the sheets, softly breathing with a peaceful expression in his sleep.
Even if he looked like this, Neville still had my eyes following him.
