HARRISON'S POV.
The night had fallen soft and warm over the Nightshade Pack mansion, the corridors shining in golden light. My lips were on Abel's, and the taste of his mouth was sweet and intoxicating.
I had him pressed against the pillar in the hallway, my hand sliding slowly up his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his trousers.
His breath hitched as I deepened the kiss, my heartbeat quickening when he gripped my shoulders.
"Harrison…" he murmured between uneven breaths, his fingers brushing the side of my jaw. "You're going to make someone catch us…"
I silenced him with another kiss. "Then let them," I whispered against his lips. "Let them see what I've wanted all day."
