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Jamie wanted this. He wanted this more than he’d wanted anything in a very long time. More than dating apps or dirty clubs. More than letting his friends set him up with men they swore he’d like.

Whatever this feeling was—this warmth behind his ribs, this aching need to be closer—he was tired of running from it.

“Yes,” he said, with a certainty he found buried somewhere beneath years of fear and doubt. “I... yes, Caleb.”

Caleb’s thumb stilled against his cheek.

“Are you—?”

Jamie cut him off by leaning in. The moment Caleb’s lips pressed softly against his, the tension drained from his body. He melted into the best kiss of his life, warmth spreading through his chest as Caleb kissed him back.

In that moment, with orange leaves dancing through the London breeze and sunlight warming his face, Jamie knew there was no going back.

Chapter 5

“Holy shit.” Jamiewas a quivering, panting mess.

Caleb stood, proud of himself for giving one of the best blowjobs he’d given to date, no question. And, added bonus, he enjoyed thehellout of it.

Based on Jamie’s dazed look, he’d enjoyed himself as well.

“Good Lord,” Jamie slurred, letting his head thunk against the back of Caleb’s couch. “That—I…”

Caleb bent down and brushed the back of his knuckles along Jamie’s cheek. “Good?”

Jamie’s green eyes fluttered shut. “So fucking good.”

Caleb’s heart swelled.

On an average day, Jamie looked like a fucking runway model—with his ocean green eyes, cut jaw, and adorable glasses.

But holy fucking shit, getting to unravel him like this? Ridding him of his collared shirt and worshiping his cock might’ve been the closest Caleb had ever gotten to having a spiritual experience.

And,Jesus,the look on Jamie’s face as Caleb sucked his cock took his damn breath away. The way hetookit.

So fucking responsive.

Squirming, gasping, whining with every flick of Caleb’s tongue. His flushed cheeks and his curls all rumpled from Caleb running his fingers through them…

Gorgeous.

Caleb squatted down in front of Jamie, placing both hands on his thighs. It wasn’t lost on him that he was still fully clothed while Jamie was practically naked.

“You okay?” he asked. Jamie had yet to lift his head.

“Huh?” Jamie blinked his eyes open. “Yeah… uh, yeah. Just—” He slowly lifted his head. “That was incredible.”

Caleb smiled. Even though he was determined to take things slow with Jamie—due to everything Jamie shared on their date—goingslowhad become harder and harder since that first kiss on the bench.

For one, Jamie touched Caleb alot.

In the week they’d been seeing each other, Jamie—despite his shy doe eyes—frequently reached for Caleb. A touch on his arm. A gentle squeeze of Caleb’s bicep.

For someone who looked like a sweet, innocent little British man, Jamie was handsy as fuck and made it incredibly difficult for Caleb to be good.

Still dazed, Jamie looked down at his trousers puddled around his ankles. He blinked once, then kicked them the rest of the way off. His shirt lay abandoned near the door, tossed aside within minutes of stumbling into the flat, and his chest flushed a deep pink all the way up his neck.

Smooth lines of muscle curved beneath his skin, rising and falling with each stuttered breath, a faint scatter of freckles catching the light. His stomach tapered into a slim, toned line, drawing Caleb’s eye lower to where his cock lay softened against his thigh.