Page 95 of Lunar Desires
Isaac handed the diary back to me, getting to his feet. “This day has been too much.”
“I’ll say.”
He shook his head, facing the door. “Need to sleep it off some more.”
“I’m here if you want to talk.”
He smiled. “You’re such a cutie, little brother. But fuck today. Sleep and a new sunrise will clear my head.”
“Good plan.”
After a mighty yawn to end all yawns, he turned to face me. “Don’t stay up too late.” He ruffled my hair. “And likewise. I’m always here to talk. Just not now.”
“Understood.”
With another ruffle of my tresses, he left the library.
Five minutes later, I returned to my room with some cookies to find Drake sitting at the desk by the window, sketching something.
He loved to draw. A massive passion along with comic books, his ultimate dream was to create his own series one day.
Drake looked up from his work, the soft lighting painting his face in a beautiful glow, enhancing the mesmerizing copper hues of his skin. Flecks of gold from the light danced in his dark eyes, my heart racing under their scrutiny.
“Alright?” he asked.
Just call me enthralled. “Yeah. You?” Every inch of me tingled, brought on by the caress of his minty aroma.
“I am,” he said. “Quiet night.”
“Thank God.”
“Absolutely.”
I sat on the bed, drawing some deep breaths. “Been baking.”
He eyed the Tupperware. “I can see.” Here came the exquisite smile.
“Want some?”
He got to his feet, making his way to sit beside me. “I’d love some.”
There was that sexy purr again, along with a disarming lick of his lips.
So close.
So wonderfully close.
I popped the top off the Tupperware, the sweet scent wafting up at us.
He closed his eyes, moaning with pleasure. “Mmmm. So good.”
My cock twinged. “You think so?”
Drake opened those yummy peepers. “Always.” He cupped my face, tracing his thumb under my right eye. “You’ve been crying.”
Dammit. Did I look rough? “I…I don’t want to talk about that right now.”
His eyes were exploratory orbs boring down to my core. “Are you sure?”
