“About those
other talents?” he murmured into Eddy’s ear. He slid his tongue along the outer
edge, then trailed it down Eddy’s neck, just where he knew Eddy was most
sensitive. Adem was right: Eddy did wriggle a lot. But it was the kind of
wriggle that got him closer to Nuri; that snuggled him up against Nuri’s side
as if they should fit together as one. The kind of wriggle that allowed him to
run a hand down between them and cup Nuri’s groin with bold possessiveness.
They tumbled
arm-in-arm to the bedroom, comfortably familiar with each other but still
shivering with the excitement of their desire. Will it always be like this?
Nuri wondered. Would they become complacent with each other; grow bored of each
other’s company; lose this breathless, gasping, consuming craving for each
other?
Eddy clicked on
the side lamp and spun around, breaking Nuri’s train of thought. His lips reached
clumsily but eagerly for Nuri’s, laughter shaking his body, his hand back on