I Hate How Much I Want You
Adrian Vale kissed him like he was trying to ruin him; and it worked.
He was the famous car race star, the golden playboy heir who’d never wanted the same person twice. Elias was his greatest rival on the track, and had always sworn he was straight.
That night changed both facts at once.
One hard, filthy kiss and Elias was hard against him, shaking, already open-mouthed and aching for more.
Elias hated him for it. Hated that his body didn’t hate it. He told himself it was the drug talking, a one-time mistake he’d bury and never mention again , except Adrian didn’t do one-time, not with him.
What started as rage became a habit neither of them could quit: cold words by day, de