Chapter 14

Holly let out a little yearning noise.

John said, “Shh,” and ran a hand over his hair. “Stay still.”

Ryan played with him more, sneaking the hand beneath clothing: no rhythm, nothing to predict. Holly twitched, tried to behave and stay in place, clung to John.

They held him. They held each other, moving together. The night unfolded leisurely, no rush

After a while John leaned over to kiss Ryan, deliberate and inviting and delicious. He tasted a little like tomato sauce and a little like the eucalyptus touch of his inhaler, medicinal and dry. Ryan liked that reminder—John was here and doing fine—and kissed back readily, nibbling at John’s lower lip, letting John’s tongue tease his mouth. Holiday watched them, wide-eyed and supported by John’s arm, breathing faster.

Ryan laughed. “You like watching us, don’t you?”

Holly’s lips shaped the yes, all lit up with enthusiasm plus the strokes of Ryan’s hand. His hair got into his face.