In the dimly lit room, Dustin Cooper's eyes widen as Chase Williams catches him in the act. Panic sets in, but so does an unexpected wave of arousal. Chase, with his lean, tattooed body and piercing gaze, steps closer, his voice laced with a mix of anger and desire. 'What are you doing, Dustin?' he growls. Dustin, his heart pounding, swallows hard, 'I-I'm sorry, Chase. I didn't mean to...' But Chase cuts him off, his hand cupping Dustin's cheek, 'You didn't mean to what, Dustin? To get caught? Or to make me want you this much?'