“Me being Frankenstein won’t matter much,” he tried to joke. “You were always the beautiful one anyway.”
Darren smiled a little at the attempt, then cupped the back of Aden’s head and pulled him into another kiss. They had both been frantic before, trying to make up for all the lost time, but now Darren moved slowly, his tongue thoroughly exploring Aden’s mouth. He looped his other arm around Aden’s shoulders, holding him close, his hard body pressed to Aden’s.