The kiss haunted me all weekend. I couldn’t get it out of my head, the press of Will’s lips against mine, the taste of him, the heat of his body that close. It was like a virus that had infected my thoughts. Whenever I tried to distract myself—watching TV, gaming, even sleeping—it was there. That moment, that stupid kiss.

And worse than the kiss was the image of him naked. His muscles carved like stone, the ridges of his abs, the broadness of his shoulders, and his cock—thick, heavy, flushed, hanging between his thighs like something I wasn’t supposed to want but couldn’t stop craving. My stomach twisted with shame...