Brett might’ve talked at length about control, but he was having a tough time with it himself right now. Rylan was getting under his skin in a way no one ever did, and doing so quickly and effortlessly, the human version of a potent and addictive drug. Maybe it was because of their shared past, slight as it was. Or, maybe it was a common deep need conceived from grief. Brett wasn’t sure. He’d normally shy away from anyone that had such an emotional impact, and so quickly, but Rylan seemed to be drawing him in without even trying. Brett should resist Rylan’s pull, but the truth was, he didn’t want to.
Setting a casual pace to their room once they were back at their hotel had him struggling not to crawl out of his skin. He was desperate to give Rylan what he wanted and make sure he—both of
