Sonny Stewart grips Ben Rose’s hips while his tattooed chest presses into the glass, the window behind them blurring the line between inside and outside. Rose’s dark hair falls over his face as Sonny’s fingers dig into his waist, their mouths locked in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The air between them is thick with the weight of their bodies, the tattoos on Sonny’s arms tracing the curve of Rose’s back as he leans into the hold.
