Chapter 68

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Tam kept asking.

“Yes, shh,” Quinn murmured. He didn’t want to break the spell. He just wanted to rest there in an extended child’s pose with Tam’s head close to his, their fingers entwined. It wasn’t sex but it was, he thought, the biblical bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh, so much so that he loathed Tam releasing his hands and rising slowly.

“Wow,” he said, exhaling. “I’ll have to remember this when my back aches from other exertions,” he added, teasing as he kissed Quinn deeply, his tongue alighting on Quinn’s.

“We could be enjoying those exertions now,” Quinn said. “I feel nice and stretchy.”

Tam shook his head. “No, my love, not until I am really yours and you are truly, finally mine.”