"What can I say? You play hard to get. I have to find a reason to get you to touch me." Travis knew that outside of the house TJ was just fine, playing a part like a pro, but at home things were different. The spoiled man who wanted everything showed plenty of restraint.
"I meant that you were remembering fucking or drowning someone in the past, and I need to learn to be more precise, because you have a way of misreading what I say," he said, chuckling. "I know you're too smart to do anything illegal in front of a cop. Well, except for that stash in the bedroom we share."
He reached up, fingers curling around the back of TJ's head. "I was trying to protect you. It's not that I mind seeing your memories, but it's that you shouldn't have to." He brushed TJ's lips with his to soften his words. "Whoever made you feel like that was wrong and I really hope that I never see you use like that, because that would mean that I made you feel like that and I wouldn't forgive myself."