There’s only one bed in the hotel room.
One conference we’re stuck attending together.
And one too many drinks loosening his smile—and his grip on personal space.
Marcus is all charm, all heat, and absolutely off-limits.
I’m in a complicated thing with someone else. I’m straight. This shouldn’t even be a problem.
Except he keeps teasing. Pushing. Laughing like he knows exactly what he’s doing every time our legs brush under the covers.
I’m not here looking for anything. Especially not this. But he won’t stop, and I can feel myself slipping—toward a line I swore I’d never cross.
If I give in, even once, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.
And if he lets me?
I might just show him what I’ve been trying not to want.
