Alyssa

For a moment, the room is suspended in silence, thick with heat and hesitation. My hand drifts down King's chest, feeling the tension thrumming beneath his skin.

He's holding back—letting Mason lead.

I can see it in the way his muscles flex, how his breath deepens, slow and measured.

Despite how fucking dominant King is, he cares about his best friend too much to push too fast. To risk fucking this up.

But I can tell how much he wants this to ...