Chapter 4
Thomas realized he was panting, his breath steaming in the winter night. This reaction to arousal was a holdover from his long-vanished humanity, the breaths unnecessary, but instinctual. He held his breath, trying to calm himself, and looked up at Justin. Ice-blue eyes met wolfish amber, and Thomas realized that Justin was panting as well. “I’m sorry,” he said, flushing with embarrassment.
Justin laughed. “Don’t be! That felt much better than I expected. And…uh…Much more interesting as well.”
Thomas blushed even redder, the new blood in his system coloring his cheeks. “I didn’t mean to…Er…” He felt completely off balance and tongue-tied, struggling to express his unwillingness to press his arousal and desire on someone who was likely not the least bit interested in him.