Neville's barely collected self was crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide. His cheeks burned, and his heart was beating abnormally hard. Even if it was suppressed, his omega instincts joined Grayson's in filling the whole room.
Grayson pulled back slightly, studying Neville's expression with those half-lidded silver eyes. Whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him, because his smile became softer, more intimate.
He leaned in again.
This time, Neville saw it coming. He watched in slow motion as Grayson's face drew closer. Those silver eyes fluttered closed, as warm breath ghosted across his lips.
I should stop this, he thought. I should pull away. I should—
Grayson kissed him on the lips.
This one was firm and deliberate, molding their mouths together with confidence. It was still gentle, carefully tasting his lips with gentle motion.
Neville's eyes slipped closed of their own accord.
The rational part of his mind was still struggling.
