The walk back to the dorms was long and excruciating. Kenneth felt every nerve of his body pull taut, blood rushing to all the wrong places.
He was overcome by a need that shook him to his core. He was glad to see that he was alone in the house; more than likely, Lennon was going out for some food with friends.
Kenneth rushed to his room, removing his clothes as he headed straight for the showers. He needed cold water to touch his heated skin and help cool his thoughts. As he bent his head, letting the water drip down his neck, flashbacks about what happened in that storage room flooded his brain.
The searing touch of Lucien's mouth on his skin, the passionate kiss they'd shared, and the tsunami of energy circulating through them made his body jolt involuntarily. He looked down. He was hard.
"Fuck," he muttered.
Yeah, I bet you do, he could almost hear Lucien's smug voice saying. "Like hell."
