Ben Lucas's deep black pupils suddenly sank hard.
He clearly hadn't expected Harrison Lucas to actually deliver himself to his door, looking at him with that shy, pitiful expression and saying such provocative things.
He had thought about keeping his distance from Harrison Lucas.
He knew what he was carrying on his shoulders, understood that this feeling he had for Harrison Lucas was extremely dangerous.
Ben Lucas had even specially brought up a bottle of the strongest vodka, wanting to drink himself senseless so his mind wouldn't be full of Harrison Lucas's delicate, bashful face and those soft, sweet lips.
Because he was distracted, he accidentally knocked over the wine bottle while pouring.
Ben Lucas had gone back into the bathroom to rinse off because of that, and to forcibly suppress the restlessness stirred up by that wonderful, sweet kiss just now.
