Chapter 29

To Brody, all Gavin’s unmarked flesh looks like a new canvas waiting for an artist’s touch. He could paint such beautiful images across Gavin’s body, if not with ink, then with his tongue. When Gavin climbs into the bed beside him, Brody licks a spot on his forearm, smoothing down the hair. Gavin snickers as he spreads out above the sheets. “I’m boring compared to you.”

“You’re perfect just the way you are,” Brody assures him.