Chapter 14
Alone in Ian’s hotel room, Corey stared at the ceiling and tried to will away his erection. At least Ian was giving him a chance, wasn’t he? He’d let Corey spend the night—second night in a row—he’d let Corey touch him and kiss him; he said he needed time and Corey was willing to give him that, but hadn’t it been Ian who pressed him back to the bed, teasing and playing? Hadn’t it been Ian who said he’d show Corey just how right this was between them?
If only I had figured it out sooner. Then he could’ve come to Ian earlier, told him how he felt, or thought he felt, or was beginning to feel, and Ian could’ve told him…what? That he felt the same way? How could he have been so blind? Every little thing Ian did spoke volumes of the way he felt for Corey, and he’d never clued into
