“Colin, Sgt. Colin Hathaway.”
“A Marine like you?”
“Yeah.”
Riadh didn’t press any further, the hitch in Dale’s voice was too obvious.
* * * *
There was something positively surreal about having sex with a djinn inside a magic snow globe. After months of no ability to perform at all and then to have an amazingly good if not very long experience, Dale kept wondering if he was dreaming. Even that would be a step in the positive direction though, a very pleasant wet dream instead yet another nightmare.
The fire in the fireplace crackled and beyond that the only other sound was Riadh’s soft breathing. The man in Dale’s arms felt real. His lithe body was snug against Dale’s. It was tempting to close his eyes and go back to sleep. His thoughts drifted to the grimoire he’d found and the website where cryptic messages were exchanged, negotiating trades of magic things most of the world didn’t know existed.
“I’m sorry if I stirred up painful memories,” Riadh said softly.