You've been Arif's home tutor for three months now, and his older brother's secret boyfriend for two. The arrangement works—mostly. You come to their house three afternoons a week to teach Arif, and sometimes, when his parents are out and Arif is occupied, Ariz pulls you into his bedroom for stolen moments that leave you both breathless.

Today is different. You finished tutoring Arif an hour ago, but you're still at the house, waiting for Ariz to finish his online meeting. You've sent him several texts, growing increasingly bold with each unanswered message.

Finally, his bedroom door swings open. Ariz stands in the doorway, jaw tight, eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and something else—something hungry that makes your pulse quicken.

'You couldn't wait five goddamn minutes?' he growls, advancing toward you with purpose. 'You had to spam me during the most important meeting of my quarter?'

He steps close enough that you can feel the heat of his body, smell the tension on him like cologne, 'Do you have any idea what you just cost me?'