CUPID

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CHAPTER 11

His lips taste good. His hands are rough, but his touch feels like heaven. Why? Why does Brian feel like... the right choice?

Brian kissed Natan torridly. When Natan didn’t kiss back, Brian only grew more aggressive. He pressed his lips harder against Natan’s, biting his lower lip.

Natan felt a sting from the bite, making him moan and slightly part his lips.

Brian didn’t waste that chance. His tongue slipped inside, exploring Natan’s mouth.

Natan moaned at the pleasure of Brian’s kiss. Still, he didn’t return it.

He let Brian explore with his soft yet forceful tongue. Brian even tried to fence his tongue with Natan’s, and when Natan didn’t respond, he withdrew it, letting it trail along Natan’s jaw.

He kissed along his jawline up to his left ear, nipping its edge before sucking on it.

“Ugh,” Natan couldn’t stop himself from moaning.

“You’re fucking delicious,” Brian murmured in a husky tone. Then the hand that wasn’t on Natan’s neck slid down to his chest, finding a nipple and twisting it.

Fuck.

“T-That feels good…” Natan moaned. But the moment he remembered it was Brian here, not his sister—and that he should be avoiding Brian, not letting himself melt into his touch—he shoved him away with both hands and broke the kiss.

Brian looked unsatisfied. His eyes were heavy-lidded as they lingered on Natan’s lips, lips he had just been devouring. When his gaze met Natan’s, he bit his lip and smirked.

“You’re fucking delicious, baby.”

Natan gaped. “What the fuck? Brian, what the fuck?” he said in disbelief. “And how the hell do you even know where my apartment is?”

Brian froze. Then, as if remembering something, he glanced back, quickly grabbed a bag, and returned to where he had been standing. He handed the bag to Natan.

It was his MacBook bag.

His MacBook!

Natan’s eyes widened at the sight of Brian holding it. “How…”

He took the bag and opened it, relief flooding him when he saw his MacBook inside.

When he looked back at Brian, the man was grinning from ear to ear.

Brian scratched the back of his neck. “Actually, I saw you earlier on the road with, uh…” He looked away but quickly looked back. “So, I saw how that thief snatched your bag. I followed him, caught up, beat the crap out of him, and took your bag back. I came to return it, but you’d already gotten into a taxi. So I just followed it here.”

Natan couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Where’s the thief now?” His annoyance toward the snatcher resurfaced.

“I turned him in. He’s at the police station,” Brian said, jerking his chin.

Natan exhaled deeply, then shut his eyes. Fuck. He had to thank this guy for what he’d done.

When he opened his eyes, Brian was looking right at him. Caught, Brian quickly looked away and whistled.

Stupid.

“Thank you,” Natan said sincerely.

Brian’s face brightened instantly. He smiled. “Wel—”

He didn’t finish. His gaze dropped to Natan’s knee, eyes widening. He darted into the apartment, knelt before Natan, and inspected the wound on his knee.