Chapter 13Everything Rowan knew about kissing came from Hollywood and porn. He wasn’t proud of it, though he hadn’t let himself think about it too much before Alec crashed into his life. Ever since, however, his desire to learn more had grown, lurking in the background until his choice to find a gay bar in Billings had shoved it all to the front. Granted, he’d been a little tipsy when they’d left the restaurant—more so than he’d let Alec know—but once they’d arrived and he’d stopped drinking, it was all he could think about. The bar was soaked in pheromones, so much so he’d been half-hard from the moment they walked through the door.
Then Alec had caught on to how affected he was, and all Rowan could smell from that point on was him.
He might’ve said he’d been thinking about Alec’s words
