Chapter 22

Not that he’s had anyone else since he met Krish—he knew this was it the night they sat across from each other at Krish’s parents’ restaurant, the spicy miasma of curry permeating the air. There’s just something about his lover’s dark skin and short, thick hair that he could stare at for hours. Rich mocha, that’s what Krish reminds him of, his skin’s the right shade and he tastes almost bittersweet at times. There’s something exotic and wonderful and heady about him that fills Dane completely, fills his senses, his heart, his soul.