Chapter 13

Reluctantly, Artem pushed Drew back, licking his slightly swollen lips, eager to savor every trace of Drew left behind on them.

“I…”

“We…should talk.” What if he told Drew the truth, the real reason he was in the park that night? It would hurt him, but then again, maybe that was the way to go. Artem shifted his gaze. Did he really want to do this, did he want to take the wonderful moment they just shared and tarnish it forever?

“About?”

“Forget it. Let’s talk tomorrow. You look tired.”

“It has been quite a day.” Drew left a kiss on his cheek, patting his leg. “Make sure you get some rest. If demons do that. Santa only comes when everyone is sleeping.”

“Just a little longer,” he lied.

“Good night, Artem, sweet dreams.”

“Good night, Drew,” he said, adding in a whisper as Drew rounded the corner toward his bedroom, “And goodbye.”