After being found wounded and unconscious in the snow, Cardin Rasheville wakes up in the home of a beautiful stranger. With barely any memory of his past, he struggles to remember where he came from, but the world of the dark and handsome Keary beckons...
Cardin opened his eyes to find himself kneeling on the bathroom floor. The fantasy had been intense, as had been his climax, and he sat back on his heels with a shudder of relief. He cleaned up quickly and stepped out of the bathroom, so intent on towelling his wet hair that he didn’t realise there was another person in the bedroom until he spoke.
“Quite the midnight shower.”
Cardin spun around in fright. Silver orbs stared up at him from the figure that sat on the bed, silhouette dark against the moonlight that streamed in from the windows. Cardin gaped in horror.
No, no, no, no, no… This can’t be happening…!
“Tell me, Cardin Rasheville,” came the silky, dark voice, “did it feel that good?”
He was so mortified he thought he would faint as Keary rose from the bed and slowly closed the distance between them. Cardin backed away, frantically trying to cover his nakedness with the damp towel.
“I-It’s… no, no, no please, it’s not what you think!” His bare back hit the cupboard but he continued to push against it.
Keary stepped closer, and Cardin turned aside in a panicked attempt to escape, only to find himself trapped when the taller boy quickly reached out to put a hand against the cupboard to block him. Cardin squeezed his eyes tightly shut, only to open them when fingers took hold of his chin and tilted his face upward.
“Tell me.” The note of barely concealed lust in the low voice sent shivers running through his body. "Tell me what I think it is, and what it really was."