My best friend's son is my secret lover
"And now I'm here. Look at me, Elowen. Look at my hands. Look at my chest. Am I a boy to you?"
She swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering shut for a fraction of a second as a shiver ran through her entire body. "No," she whispered, the confession torn from her throat against her will.
"No," I repeated softly, my free hand coming up to wrap around the back of her neck, my thumb resting over her racing pulse point. I tipped her head back, forcing her to look into my eyes, into the dark, possessive reality of what I felt for her, what I had been hiding behind polite dinners and family gatherings for years.