Chapter 11

Dean’s lips against his, Jay enveloped by all his hardness and heat. Weeks passed before he acknowledged it would never happen again…until now, three years later, it had. Notions ran through his mind of a wrapped gift revealing an empty box; a flower wilting the moment he picked it, a promise given by a person incapable of keeping it.

Why had Dean kissed him, and why like that? Drawing on his desire, pulling at his mouth, sucking his breath out along with all his emotions, reminding Jay of all he’d ever felt.

If only Dean hadsucked out everything, pulled every particle of feeling from his being, instead of breathing something back in—like air on the embers of a fire leaving Jay to burn, to melt. If only humans were able to install their own firewalls.