He swiped a hand over his face. Colby reached out and took it. Fire-heat spread and pooled along their fingers, their bare arms.
“You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met,” Colby said. “The best person I know. You always ask what you can do, how you can help, what you can rescue and save and protect, because that’s who you are. My fantasy hero. My knight. My cinnamon bread loaf. Delicious.” He was smiling, though his eyes were grave and excited as the skies before thunder, blue as horizons, sure of each word. “I do like the way you taste. Kissing you…and other things.” He even threw a glance at Jason’s dick, which perked up in reply. Colby had that effect on it.