For a moment, Masha was tempted to let Grey remain exactly where he was. The weight of his head on his lap, the warmth of his body, the instinctive way he had drawn closer, it all made it hard to disturb the moment.
But he also knew that allowing it would mean taking advantage of Grey's state. Grey wasn't fully aware of what he was doing.
And more than that, Masha wasn't sure how much longer he could keep his composure.
Grey's breath was sleeping through the fabric of his trousers and brushed against his skin, sending a quiet shiver down his spine.
It took all his effort to stay still, to keep his posture in place, his hands under control, and his body from shivering or letting a sound slip out.
When he finally looked up, he realized the three men in the car were staring at him. Even Ethan, in the driver's seat, had tilted the rearview mirror just enough to get a clear view.
"What?" Masha asked, his expression perfectly innocent, as if he hadn't noticed anything unusual.
