“Why are we doing this?”
“Because it feels good. Because it’s fun. Because I’ve been having fantasies, too.” Bryce punctuated each explanation with a long kiss, designed to make his head spin, Charlie was sure of it.
It did feel good. And fun wasn’t the half of it. And if Bryce had been having fantasies—
Charlie cut off considering the ramifications of that by being the one to fuse their mouths together this time. Good. Fun. And if he couldn’t trust having fun with Bryce, then how the hell did he think he’d ever be able to kiss a stranger?
Fisting the front of Bryce’s shirt, Charlie scooted his chair back without breaking the seal of their kiss. He hauled Bryce upward, jerking him closer so their bodies slammed together. He nearly yelped when he felt Bryce’s erection jab into his thigh
