Holland doesn’t let go. In fact, he uses his grip on Kells hand to pull the younger man over into his lap.

The act was done unconsciously; a base need that he had long since forgotten to joys of. And for a moment the surprise was evident even in his own eyes when they settled on Kells face.

Kell was handsome. Unique and handsome. And not his.

“What do you want, Kell?”