Chapter 59
Jack
Today, Ciel is sleeping with Nolan.
Not like that but the mental image does something sharp and strange in my chest.
Leaning back against the tub, I close my eyes, and relax.
The problem with relaxing, though, is that it leaves space for thoughts I've been trying to bury. Thoughts that crawl up the back of my neck and burn hot in my chest until I can't breathe.
Unfortunately, they're not clean.
I curse under my breath, shoving a wet hand through my hair.
My gaze drops under the water, to the hardness pushing insistently against the surface.
"Fuck," I mutter.
Seriously, I'm not like this. Not normally.
I mean, yeah, alphas have high drives, that's nothing new—but this? This is ridiculous.
