The Congressman's Son: ACT I, PART V

CHAPTER FIVE: THE WRECKING HOUR

THE ST. ALBAN HOTEL
Bethesda, Maryland

Adrian didn’t knock.

The door opened before he could second-guess it, and there stood Blake—barefoot, towel low on his hips, hair still damp from the shower. No words passed between them.

Just a look.

Blake stepped back, opening the door wider.

Adrian stepped in.

He didn’t wait. Not this time.

“I want you to wreck me,” he said, voice stripped of anything but truth.

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