Chapter 13

The second kiss was longer than the first, burning between them as they parted. Devin was slower to withdraw, but Tim figured that was because he was too busy elsewhere, his hands sliding to Tim’s front to hastily undo his shirt. Tim fumbled to undress Devin at the same time, his lips throbbing from the unexpected intensity of the kiss. He wanted more. He wanted everything Devin was prepared to give, to forget the horrors of the past week, to remember what it was to be wanted, to have the dream once and for all.

Devin touched bare skin first. At the rough fingertips scoping down his arm, Tim shuddered and buried his face in the crook of Devin’s shoulder as he helped shrug his way out of the offending garment. Goose bumps erupted along his back, but it was as much about the way Devin touched him as it was the sudden chill of his exposed flesh to the cooler room air.