Through the Screen novel Chapter 71

chris ignores the buzzing in his pocket as abel 's fingers curl in his hair, their mouths moving together uncoordinatedly, trying to learn the pattern of either's movements.

abel 's lips are moving against chris' in frustration, his free hand is gripping chris' shirt to pull him closer in anger, and helpless, pathethic tears are clouding his vision at the pure thought of betrayal.

noah has made his life a living hell with all his stupid fucking doubt, acting irrationally upon something for which he has no proof, sleeping with other people to spite abel and endangering their relationship just because of his issues.

abel is almost tired with him now.

"abel this is so fucking wrong," chris mumbles nervously, his fingers still not loosening their grip on abel 's waist and abel rests his forehead against chris' momentarily before huffing out a deep breath.