Travis's mind drifted through the gardens surrounding his home, lingering on the antiques his father—a true history fanatic—had meticulously curated. Seeing it all brought back a flood of memories he had intended to keep buried forever, but now they were resurfacing, rushing over him like a fountain of water.
Suddenly, his thoughts snapped back to the present when Lucas made his move.
The kiss shattered him in ways he couldn't fathom. How could he? It was entirely inappropriate, yet Travis felt the stifling weight of the situation—complaining didn't even feel like an option.
With the way Lucas was behaving, it was as if they were already a committed couple. How had they even reached this point?
As the wind caught Travis's hair, the strands swung forward, veiling both their faces. Lucas leaned in, deepening the kiss, until Travis—unable to take it for a second longer—broke away and stumbled several steps back.
