Henry squirmed uncomfortably in the hard plastic conference room chair, waiting for the rest of his team to show up so the meeting could start. He tried not to think about his almost-kiss with Leif last week. The man’s lips were so soft and just a little plump, perfect to lose oneself in.
And that lean . . . The scene played out in Henry’s mind, how Leif moved toward him, closing the distance between them in what felt like slow motion. Henry wasn’t the only one longing to touch, to taste. Leif wanted it too; Henry was sure of it.
What would Joseph think? The cruel yet familiar voice of crushing guilt came to life in Henry’s head. Joseph was the love of Henry’s life, someone who made him feel like he was flying just by standing near him. And yet . . . There was something about Leif that l
