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meeting.  How long ll ya let me, darlin ?
Trace didn t let Riley answer, probably knowing it wouldn t be the one he wanted.
Instead, Trace took his lips in a heated kiss and slid his arms around him to support
him and hold him close.
Riley moaned into the kiss, one leg coming up to hook around Trace s hips to keep
him close, barely room for a breath of air between their bodies. He couldn t deny how
much he liked this, what it did to him to have his body all wrapped around Trace s. The
feelings and the sensations were familiar but entirely different at the same time more
intense than anything he d ever felt before.
Deep down, Riley knew that this was a bad idea, all of it. Seeing Trace every few
days, talking to him every day, letting him get closer and closer& it could end so badly
if Riley weren t supremely careful not to cross the boundaries he d drawn. He couldn t
afford to have his heart broken again but he didn t trust anyone else to protect it, to
protect him. He could only trust himself.
Finally, Trace broke the kiss, tongue tracing Riley s parted lips, then lifted his head,
reaching up to grab the shampoo. Riley liked the idea of Trace washing him from head
to toe.
He sighed softly in pleasure as Trace lathered his hair, turning and tipping his head
back a little to make the job easier. He closed his eyes, for a moment, completely
content. Trace was working the shampoo through his hair, his big hands gently
massaging Riley s scalp and he nearly moaned, it felt so good. As Trace rinsed the suds
from his hair and started on the conditioner, Riley thought how nice this was, how cozy
and comfortable and almost domestic.
Wait. Domestic? What the fuck was he thinking? Furious, Riley jerked away and
spun around to face Trace.  I need to go. I have to go home. Now. Oh, he was losing
his grip and he knew it. He needed to get in his own space and be alone before he did or
said something utterly crazy.
Trace blinked as Riley scrambled out of the shower, stumbling before righting
himself and scurrying out of the bathroom. Trace caught up to him in the bedroom, arm
snaking around his wrist and pulling him close. Riley cursed, shaking his head, but
Trace wrapped his arms around him from behind and held on tight.
 Hey, stop, wait a second& tell me what s wrong. What did I do?
Riley shook his head, scraping his dripping hair away from his face and wishing for
a towel.  Nothing. Nothing. I just need to go home. Riley strained a little against
Trace s hold but Trace was a hell of a lot stronger and he couldn t quite break free.
 Trace, let me go, please. If you d rather not drive back to town to take me home, that s
fine, but I need to go.
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He was trying to keep his voice as calm as he could. He didn t want Trace to think
he d scared him or anything, he just wanted to leave. He wasn t scared. Freaked out,
sure, but it wasn t anything Trace was doing. It was that Riley was letting his guard
down too far and thinking things that he had no business thinking, not at this stage of
the game not ever. He didn t do cozy or domestic, didn t do committed relationships.
Riley knew what he wanted from life and it had nothing to do with love or
relationships and the last thing he needed was a distraction.
Trace finally eased his grip and Riley pulled away and grabbed for his clothes,
doing his best to ignore the undisguised hurt in Trace s eyes as he dressed.
Trace sighed heavily, looking down and beginning to wearily gather his own
clothes.  Riley& will you at least please tell me why? You wanted to stay just a few
minutes ago. He pulled his jeans on and tugged a t-shirt over his head.
Riley shook his head, sitting down to pull his socks and shoes on.  I just I can t.
You do things to me, things that I can t handle. He looked up at Trace, his expression
carefully blank.  I can t pretend to want the same things you do, and I m not going to
try. It d be an insult to both of us. I like you, I enjoy spending time with you, and God
knows you drive me crazy when you touch me but&  Shaking his head, his voice [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]