Shao didn't know what came over him.
One moment, he was rolling his eyes at Jai's bratty retorts, biting the inside of his cheek to hold back a smirk, and the next, something shifted inside him. It wasn't the words. It wasn't even Jai's silly declaration about Zei being bigger. It was the way Jai kept stubbornly marching ahead, tossing things into the cart without a glance back. The way his voice cracked slightly when he repeated, "I'll sleep with him."
It was ridiculous. Utterly frustrating. And so painfully, maddeningly tempting.
Shao hadn't meant to move. But before he realized it, his body had acted on its own. His arms came around Jai from behind and pulled him in tight—tight enough that he could feel every shallow breath, every twitch of hesitation. It wasn't lust that took hold of him in that moment. It was need. A need so fierce it shook his core.
