Xavier could not help but narrow his eyes at the situation.
He trusted Luca with everything, and there was no question about the possibility of him desiring this man in the same way his wife loved him. That part was unshakable.
But was it really necessary to poison his eyes with another person's body?
If Luca simply wanted to compare muscles again, then stripping would not have been a problem. Xavier was perfectly capable of that.
But this was different.
Twenty seconds had passed.
His wife was still staring.
And gasping.
Twice, even.
That was too much.
Xavier felt the familiar urge to intervene rise in his chest, only to restrain himself at the last moment. Despite his instinctive reaction earlier, Luca was entitled to look where he wanted. He shouldn't police him in that way because it was part of his autonomy and natural freedom.
But that didn't mean Xavier had to sit there and suffer.
