Chapter 123 Fractured Desire

• "Where are you going?" Lance asked, rushing after Edwin. His lips were pursed, eyes sparkling with lust and seduction. "Why? You can't do it?"
• Edwin remained silent as he walked over to the sink, the water splashing against his palms like a cold rebuke. He began washing his face, the soap stinging his skin as he scrubbed harder, as if trying to erase the tension between them.
• "Just tell me you don't have the guts to actually fuck me," Lance insisted, acting like a horny, needy teenager. He began biting his finger, probably out of nervousness or pure desire. The metallic tang of blood fused with his sweat as he gnawed deeper, leaving faint crimson streaks on his lip.