Page 62 of A Dance For Two

"Do you?" Luc asked.

Adam shook his head. "I guess I'm not as optimistic as you."

"You've got more to lose," Luc admitted, pain stabbing his chest.

"Yeah," Adam agreed. "But the one thing I'm not going to lose is you."

"I don't want to lose you either."

Adam grinned. "Good. Now that we've got that settled, can we stop talking?"

Luc laughed. "You were the one that just carried on the conversation." He laughed harder still when Adam's brow crumpled into an annoyed frown. "Yes, we can stop talking."

"Good. Because the only sounds I want to hear out of your mouth for the rest of the night are grunts groans and you telling me how amazing I am when I fuck you."

"You think you're that good, huh?" Luc smirked.

"I know I am."

Luc grabbed Adam and pulled him down, so their bodies were smashed together. "Then I'm looking forward to finding out."

Chapter Twenty-Five

Adam

Adam flicked through the ballet company brochure for at least the hundredth time that week. Not that he had much else to do. Luc had to work, so he'd spent his days getting to know the city. He also kept updating the dance school's social media feeds, hoping he wasn't overstepping. He figured that, until someone told him otherwise, it was still his task to do.

"Are you going to apply?" Luc asked.

He laid his arms over Adam's shoulders and rested his chin on his head.

Adam shrugged. "I don't think so."

"You obviously want to."

"I don't know what I want." Adam tipped his head back, dislodging Luc's chin. "Except you. Are you going to talk, or kiss me?"

Luc kissed him. "Both?"

Adam laughed, wrapped his hand around Luc's neck and pulled him back down so their lips crashed together once more.

"Mum and Dad need me at the dance school," he said, when their mouths parted. His lips were wet with Luc's saliva, prompting him to lick them to savour his stepbrother's taste. "I can't make plans. Not yet."

Luc wagged his forefinger back and forth. "The clock's ticking, Adam."

"I know." He only had two weeks left to apply if he was going to. "Even if I wanted to, I can't."

"Why?"

"I have to send in a video of me doing barre and centre work. In case you hadn't noticed, I don't have access to a dance studio anymore."

Luc pursed his lips. He pulled away from Adam and sat down beside him on the sofa. He plucked the brochure from him and set it down between them, before gathering Adam's hands into his own.

"Is that what's really stopping you? Because I'm pretty sure we could figure something out."

Adam shook his head. "Honestly? No."

"Then what is?"