'You look stunning when you're helpless.'
If anyone ever told Chris's sister—whom he didn't have, by the way—those words, Chris would put his life on the line to save her from that psycho.
But here he was.
Looking at Sky.
Lost.
Not just overwhelmed—lost. Drenched in heat and want and confusion. He wanted this. Well, something of this sort. But not like this. Not with him being the one pinned down, helpless and unraveling.
That wasn't supposed to be him.
But Sky... Sky was immovable.
His grip was solid, his body unyielding—he didn't even look like he was trying, and still Chris couldn't budge. He didn't know Sky had this kind of strength in him. Or this kind of fire. He didn't know he could break like this.
And yet...
In the middle of the storm, there was Sky's gaze.
Soft. Warm. Almost... tender.
He could see it all reflected in the moonlight.
