Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Sighing, Will walked to the couch. Crouching in front of it, he stared at Gadiel’s sleeping form. A wavy lock of dark hair had fallen over his face, and Will lifted his hand and brushed it away carefully.
Gadiel smiled in his sleep a little, his soft lips parting. They were so full. And so pink.
Will tore his gaze away.
Slipping his hands under Gadiel, he lifted him carefully and carried him to his bedroom.
He set him down on his bed, but a hand grabbed his shirt when Will attempted to straighten up.
“Will?” Gadiel mumbled in his sleep.
“Yeah, it’s me. Sleep, baby.”
Gadiel smiled and rolled onto his stomach, and his breathing evened out again.
Will stared at him for a long moment, watching him sleep like the worst sort of creep.
Then he turned, and left.
Chapter 21
By the end of their third week in NYC, Gadiel started feeling like he was going insane.
It wasn’t their living situation. He’d told Scott the truth: he liked this apartment. The small size of the apartment really didn’t bother him at all. He actually loved how little space there was. He liked sharing the tiny bathroom with Will, liked seeing Will’s shaving kit and toothbrush next to his. Although technically they had shared an apartment before, this couldn’t be more different from the penthouse. The penthouse was so huge that they might as well have been living in different places. In this apartment they were so close all the time that he could actually hear Will moving around and getting into his bed. Gadiel loved it. He’d never had this before. He’d never shared a home with anyone, not even as a child. Living in his father’s mansion twenty rooms away from the relatives he rarely saw didn’t count. This felt... real. So much more intimate and invasive. Like a real home. Gadiel couldn’t get enough of it.
So no, the apartment wasn’t the problem.
It was Will. He was driving him crazy.
Gadiel had never had it so badly. He’d never craved anyone so much. These days, he felt like he was being edged, getting aroused and out of breath every time Will as much as brushed against him. He felt like a crackling live wire, ready to go off at the slightest provocation. And to make things worse, it wasn’t just general horniness. Sex wasn’t the only thing he craved. He craved Will’s closeness. Will’s hands on him. His arms around him. Will’s eyes on him.
He’d told Will the truth back in Dubai: it often felt like there was a black hole inside of him, a dark pit of wants and needs, impossible to quench. He had been born hungry, starved for affection and attention. Every time Will as much as smiled at him or gave him that soft, intense look of his, it fed the hole and made it ache less. But the pit inside him wanted more. It always wanted more, moremoremore. Always insatiable, forever yearning and hungry, like a starved monster that had been fed for the first time.
Gadiel didn’t know what would happen if—when Will stopped feeding it.
He didn’t know if he could survive it.
He’d like to say that he was just being dramatic, but he was past the point of denial by now. Gadiel had had crushes. He’d had infatuations. But this... it felt nothing like that. This was so much worse—and so much better. It felt like he was high on emotions whenever Will was close, whenever Will touched him—and then he crashed hard every time he stopped.
It was fucking torture.
Because Will’s behavior was driving him crazy. Gadiel didn’t know how to read him.
Will watched him. He rarely let him out of his sight, his eyes watching his every movement. Was he just being an overzealous bodyguard or was it something else? Gadiel had no idea. It was entirely possible he was being pathetic and reading too much into Will just doing his job. He wasn’t exactly an unbiased party, after all.
The most frustrating thing was, although Will had said several times that what had happened between them was a mistake, he... he touched Gadiel. All the time. It was never anything lewd—an arm around his shoulders, a hand on his lower back, on his nape, on his ankle, fingers tipping up his chin to get his attention; stuff like that—but the personal space between them seemed nonexistent these days. Partly it was probably because the cramped living quarters forced them to constantly invade each other’s personal space, but was it the only reason Will was so handsy with him? Will’s strong hands seemed to be always on him. Guiding him. Steering him. Gently but firmly moving him aside if Gadiel was in the way. Will moved him like he had every right to put his hands on him. Something about it made him all hot and squirmy on the inside. He couldn’t get enough.