Chapter 8

“Yes.”Encircling his fingers around my wrist,he lifted my hand and placed it on the side of his neck.A shudder,deeper and stronger than his earlier nerves,resonated beneath his skin.“This.”

I had assumed the gray spots that painted his body were like freckles,a pigment discoloration and nothing else.Touching him told a different story.They were actually raised,and though mostly smooth,soft,tiny hairs ringed each mark,hair that matched the gray so perfectly they were practically invisible.I certainly hadn’t seen them,and I’d been staring at him almost nonstop.

“What are you doing?”I asked.

“You desire me.”