Chapter 28

Kit’s heart did something unusual. A flip, a turn, a twist. He did not entirely know what the emotion was; it felt raw and bright and different. Made over into something new.

He removed his own clothing, unhurried, embracing the dream of the day, the afternoon, the interlude. The world cradled them in white; the firelight licked his hip, his spine.

He moved back to Harry, on the sofa. He ran a hand over Harry: chest, stomach, one leg, that muscular thigh.

He let sensations open up and pour in. Empathy, emotions, perception.