ANSEL’s POV

“Is that true or is there something else bothering you?” Gael asked, lowering his face, almost into mine, his breath fanning me.

How do I tell him I want him?

That I’ve had my gaze on him?

That I can’t resist his handsomeness slipping into my brain?

That the mere touch of his skin made mine burn?

That I’ve wanted to press my lips against his?

That I had jerked off and fingered myself seconds ago imagining his face closer to my cock’s region?

Hell… NO.

“Ansel.” He called gently, my name slipping out of his mouth like he was the one who gave me my name. “Please,...