Zander stepped back he watched Alastair,that shameless, confident smile still playing on his lips.
He shouldn't want this. He should put him in his place, shut down the bold little omega once and for all.
But his chest tightened anyway. His pulse was faster than it should be.
I like this… I want to give in…
The thought hit him like a punch. He wanted it. Wanted Alastair, wanted that mischievous confidence that made him feel… alive.
And yet, another voice whispered, sharp and cautious: What if it's just wishful thinking?
Alastair tilted his head, eyes locking onto Zander's. Shameless. Inviting. Teasing. He knew exactly what he was doing, and Zander hated—and loved—that.
He took a step closer, but Zander froze.
I want to show him… I want to show him I want him…
But his lips stayed sealed. His body wanted to, his mind screamed to. To lean in, to close the gap, to give himself over. But he couldn't. Not yet. Not while the doubt lingered.
So he stood there, silent, letting Alastair see his hesitation, his want, without admitting it in words.
I want him. But I can't.
And in that tension, in the quiet pull between them, Zander realized just how dangerously intoxicating Alastair could be.