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CHAPTER 17

Henry

The entire way to the Brideshead Mountain Resort was complete and utter torment.

For starters, I couldn’t stop staring at Grayson the entire ride up–not that there was much else to look at—and I’d already heard Mumford & Sons at least twice in the trip via the satellite radio station, and in my opinion, once was enough.

And clearly, even though I was more than capable of holding a conversation with a hot, annoying asshole, I had apparently lost my last marble, because I found it hard to talk about anything but the elephant in the room.

Or more like the elephant trunk in my pants.

I was no stranger to instant attraction, but never in all my years had I been this worked up over just being within close proximity to a man like I was with Grayson.

Not even when I was with my ex... which should have been a clear indicator to me that Grayson was not like anyone else.

On the planet.

It was like one touch, one look, was all I needed and BAM!

Instant boner.

Which only led me to feel even more insecure and on the spot.

Kill me now.

I glanced at the display as I shifted in my seat yet again, trying to get comfortable and not draw attention to my damn cock.

Think unsexy thoughts...

A feat that was damn near impossible when I was sitting next to the hottest man alive.

The maps on the dashboard showed we were still about an hour away from our destination, and I couldn’t help but groan.

It was going to be a long freaking weekend.