Chapter 10
Professional, not personal.
Michael kept that thought front and center and forced himself not to glance at the clock and watch the time tick away. When he got the message from Sam last night, his stomach had bottomed out. He should have known Sam would push, would want to talk about that kiss and not just let it go. Michael wanted to forget it even happened.
That was impossible, but he was trying. Sam felt so right beneath his hands—so good that Michael had thrown caution to the wind, tossed propriety out the window, and just kissed him. He knew it would be like that. If he ever allowed himself to let go, to just be with Sam, he knew it would be exactly like that—all heat and passion, connection and emotion.
Perfection.
But it was wrong for a lot of reasons—mostly because M
