#;bryce

nicholis’s gaze had been lingering on bryce the entire night. they’d shared a few conversations, most them full of innuendos, a fact that had taken the older male aback at first. now, however, his interest was peaked. he didn’t like the itchy, jealous feeling under his skin, like bryce was his before they’d done more than talk, but it was all he could think. finally, he finished his glass of wine, set it aside, and wandered over to bryce. “you look a little bored,” he hummed.