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In all honesty, there was no competition Kaz wouldn’t win. None whatsoever.

Kaz held all his attention. He always fucking had.

“Who’s Ezra, then?”

It was clear that Kaz was trying to sound composed and unaffected, but there was tension in his voice.

Miles’s grin grew.

“Kaz Tailler, are you jealous?”

Kaz snorted and pulled his head back, though he kept his hands on Miles, fingers tracing invisible lines down his chest.

“Hardly,” Kaz parroted Miles’s response.

Miles hummed and put his phone down to turn in Kaz’s arms. He rose to his knees, and with his hands on Kaz’s chest, he pushed the man onto his back.

Kaz looked up at him with a barely hidden smirk, lips twitching as he fought to hide it.

Miles shook his head and leaned over Kaz. “Was that supposed to sound convincing?”

Kaz folded his arms behind his head, stormy eyes gleaming as he looked up at Miles.

“You think I’m jealous?”

“Well, if you’re not, why don’t I tell Ezra I’ll see him tonight?”

The beautiful storm raging in Kaz’s eyes had his heart thumping loudly in his chest, heat exploding through his body and threatening to devour him as he was locked in Kaz’s gaze.

“You better fucking not,” Kaz snapped. “No one gets to touch you but me.”

Now, Miles was the one smirking.

“Then touch me.”

He gasped as his back hit the mattress, Kaz pushing his legs apart to settle between them.

“You wanna play games, Miles?” Kaz asked with a brow cocked, his hands running up Miles’s thighs.

“No,” he croaked out, staring up at the enigma that was Kaz Tailler. The man he never should’ve had and now couldn’t imagine being without.

“Good. I think we’re way beyond games at this point.”

He was of a mind to tell Kaz that this had never been any kind of game, but Kaz’s lips on his shut him up, and he melted into the man’s embrace, a sense of belonging digging inside him, and he knew he’d never want Kaz to let go. He wanted Kaz to claim him, body and soul, but most importantly, he needed him to claim his heart. It had already decided it belonged to Kaz.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Kaz

HE HAD an arm around Miles, the man’s head on his chest, and if he could, he would stop time so that the moment never ended because he’d never been happier. He couldn’t pinpoint a single thing that caused it. It was just all of Miles. It was all ofthem.

He felt something in his chest. Something big and loud. Fear most likely.

Fear of losing this. Of losing Miles.

When he’d told Miles he didn’t know what they were doing, he’d been more right than he’d thought, because this? Lying in bed with Miles? Listening to his breathing? Trailing his fingertips up and down Miles’s arm? He’d never once wanted that before. He’d never stuck around long enough after a fuck. Hell, he’d neverwantedto stick around. Now? Someone would have to threaten him with bodily harm to get him away from Miles and, even then, he might still stay.

The fear was digging its claws in deeper and deeper because how was he supposed to keep Miles? How could he ever live up to whatever expectations Miles had? He wasn’t worth Miles’s time. He didn’t have much to offer except greatsex, and he knew Miles well enough to know that sex was only part of what Miles wanted. Even if Miles had never said as much.

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