Hold Me Again

Chase Hunter's heat draws every eye, a flame no one resists. I can't bear to let him slip from view. Just look at our neighbors, Jason Andrews and Scott Free—they hunger for him, claws itching to claim what's mine. I sense it in their sly, wicked stares. But Chase belongs to me. All they get is each other, pounding and sucking in fevered mimicry of our nights. Let them unleash their sour envy, rutting wildly as I imagine they do, but their desperate couplings? Mere shadows of the fire we ignite.