Schuyler

“I’m sorry I answered your phone,” Calvin whispers into my ear. “I should have carried it over to you.”

I want to let him know I’m not upset with him; I want to apologize for my ass of a brother, but if I speak, I might lose my paper-thin hold on my control. I nod slightly instead. My cheek rubs against his hard, bare pectoral. I feel his racing heartbeat. His heat soothes me. I tighten my arms around his waist, nuzzling my face against his skin.

Calvin ...