Chapter 3

He could feel the rhythm of Balt’s heartbeat, faster than he’d expect. He smelled the spicy scent of aftershave, an odor not sweet but tangy, like lemon mixed with cinnamon.

Then he found himself gazing into the younger man’s dark eyes, mere inches away from his own.

What he saw there both comforted and frightened him. His reflection was there, of course, yet somehow altered by another’s perception. He also saw a longing much like his own, an urgent need that couldn’t be ignored or denied.

They both moved at the same instant, two heads angling smoothly into the kiss. It occurred as if carefully choreographed. No noses bumped, and there was no clumsy twisting or shifting to find the right connection. Something deep within each of them knew, responded as if programmed to do so.