Jean-Claude lay spooning against Asher's back, one arm over the other man's waist, his hand trailing along the scars on the right side of Asher's body. I melted into that kiss, gave my mouth to his, my face to his hand, my head to the hand still wrapped in my hair. There was nothing but Jean-Claude. I leaned in against Micah, let his body hold me like it was a favorite chair.
I didn't explain any of this to Graham or Requiem. He passed Nathaniel in the doorway. He had the first body I'd seen since we got to the place that looked like a man's body and not that of a preadolescent boy. I don't love him the way I need to.
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