Chapter 27

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