The first time it happened, Nico chalked it up to being terribly drunk, desperate for connection, and in the early throes of his rut. The haze of liquor, combined with a craving for touch and closeness that he hadn't felt in years, had driven him into Liam Moretti's bed. He never meant for it to happen, never imagined it would. Yet the morning after seeing the flush of his cheeks and knowing the sounds he could draw from the arrogant Alpha, they had woken and dressed in silence, each pretending that nothing had happened. An unspoken agreement held between them: they would not speak of it, not now, not ever.
It felt like he was betraying the other Moretti.
