Chapter 17

“You could get a restraining order against him,” said Michael.

“He wouldn’t give a toss about that.”

“Whether he would or wouldn’t doesn’t really matter. If you get one and he doesn’t abide by it, then he’s in trouble. Probably get himself thrown in jail.”

Shane pondered the thought for a few seconds, then kissed Michael. “I don’t want to talk about him. There’s only one man in my life and he’s sitting right here. Let’s just enjoy ourselves a few minutes more before you have to leave.”

“Good idea.”

They kissed again, their tongues slipping one over the other. Michael’s breath tasted of sweet wine, and Shane’s nostrils were filled with a heady mix of Michael’s natural body scent, his cologne, and the wine. As they kissed, Shane closed his eyes and lost himself in the overwhelming sensuality of his senses being so completely filled by Michael.