Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
The man didn’t say much, but his hand brushed Lukas’s thigh once more at a stoplight and Lukas almost told him to pull over.
They stopped in front of a hotel Lukas recognized, central, upscale, clean, and just discreet enough for this kind of thing. His first thought, sharp and uninvited, slipped out before he could filter it.
"Oh great, you’re married," Lukas muttered, eyeing the hotel’s polished facade as the car slowed to a stop.
The stranger glanced over, one brow lifted in amusement. "No. I’m staying here. Room's already mine."
Lukas arched a brow, glancing up at the towering facade. "Hmm... Seems like something a married-guy would say..."