There are rules, Sebastian said this morning before we left our temporary bedroom. Because what we’re doing with one another is illegal, Simon and Burke can’t know. They can’t even suspect that Sebastian kisses me like I’m his reason for living. Not if we want to be placed together. Or at all, for that matter. That means, when we’re not in the bedroom we share, safe behind the locked door we have to act like brothers. Nothing more. Nothing less. When we’re alone, if we’re doing things brothers should never do together, we can’t be loud. One moan at the…