The hair on the back of his thighs was downy and glistened in the
light, so fine it was almost translucent.
Before I realized it I crossed the
room to trail my fingers up the length of his leg, brushing through
that soft hair with my short nails. I could see just a hint of
something more, something darker hidden between his legs, something
warm and oh so soft, something I couldn’t help but touch. As my
fingers caressed that secret flesh, Tomas moaned in his sleep and
arched his back, pressing himself into my hand.
Suddenly I didn’t want Alden to come
over, I didn’t want to go back downstairs—I just wanted to crawl
into the bed beside my boy and wrap him in my arms and wake him
with slow, sleepy kisses. I wanted to hold him close and never let
the moment end.
But Nuri calls my name again and the
moment is over; it’s been gone for awhile and I’ll never have
another like it if I don’t get up and get moving. With the feel of