"Climb."
"What?"
He kneels down and laces his fingers together. "Climb, pretty boy. I’ll boost you."
"You’re out of your mind—"
"Yeah. For you. Now move."
I step into his hands and push myself up, grabbing onto a wooden ledge above the back gate. My foot slips. My chest hits the edge. I grunt, very unsexily, and flop over into the backyard like a fucking bag of laundry.
"Shit!" Gio hisses. "You good?"
I am on the grass, face down, wheezing.
"I landed like a watermelon," I say. He snorts so hard I think he’ll fall over. I roll onto my back and look up at the stars. "I hate you."
He swings himself over the fence, drops beside me, and kisses my forehead. "No you don’t."
"Lies."
And then he kisses me again, this time slower. Sweeter. His hand slips under my shirt. "Let’s get inside before your dad sees me sucking your soul out."
We manage to sneak in through the back door.
And the second the door clicks shut, the tension snaps.
4) Keep Your Eyes On Me
Gio
The second the door clicks shut, I fucking crack. I slam him back against the wall.
He smirks. "Someone's desperate."
Hell yes, I'm desperate.
I'vebeendesperate. For months. For years. The walls in this room know how bad I've wanted this.
"Gio, are we about to have sex for the first time in Italy?" he murmurs against my mouth.
I pull his shirt up in one move and toss it somewhere over my shoulder, not even looking where it lands.
"So it seems," I mutter, then kiss him like I'm starving. He claws at my waist. His mouth trails down to my neck, and I tilt my head back automatically, giving him space.
"This is so bad," he mumbles, lips still on me.
So fucking bad. Tell me about it. Say it again. I want to hear him say how wrong it is. How stupid. How risky. I want him to spell out every reason we shouldn't be doing this while I pull him deeper into it, because I know.
I know this is dangerous. I know we could get caught. I know if anyone finds out we're doing this under my roof, it's game over.
But there's something about the wrongness that makes it so much hotter, like we're breaking some ancient law and grinning while we do it. No one knows. No one can hear us.
And that makes me want it more. It's ours. Our secret. Our game. Our fucked-up little rebellion in a house that's never seen this side of me.
I'm way too excited for this, like, unreasonably excited. I'm not even trying to play it cool anymore. There's no point. I want him on his knees on my bed.
I want him face down, ass up. That exact fucking position. No bullshit. No distractions. I want the filth. I want him arched so deep his spine turns into a damn question mark. Palms flat on my sheets, face buried in my pillow. I want to watch him. Wanna see that ass tilt just right. Cheeks spread from the pressure of my grip.
