Thomas Durling escaped his small-town upbringing for over ten years, until a single phone call drew him back. Told his mother has been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s, he returns to the small northern Michigan town he once called home to find a mute stranger taking care of her in his stead.<br><br>On the surface, Andre seems harmless enough, but Thomas has enough problems trying to deal with his mother’s illness. He doesn’t need a gorgeous young man to distract him, especially in a town that drove him away once already with its homophobia.<br><br>But Andre has nowhere else to go. A wolf without a pack, he’s been on the run since witnessing his father’s murder, always looking over his shoulder, never looking ahead. Taking care of Thomas’s mother has given him a welcome sanctuary, as well as a place he can call home for a couple months. He wants to stay, but more importantly, he wants to help, even if Thomas isn’t ready to accept that they could actually be friends ...

Moon-Touched

Andre froze, though his heart continued to race. His eyes fixed on Thomas, and as Thomas watched, his pupils visibly dilated to consume the pale irises. His cock was thickening, too, the awareness of their mutual desire a living entity between them. No more fighting, but he wasn’t encouraging the contact, either. He seemed to be waiting, and the more seconds that passed in silence, the tighter his features became.


The urges Thomas had managed to quell in the hallway roared back. He swallowed in a vain attempt to get control, but his head was filled with the sensations of hot, velvety skin, acres and acres of it, just waiting for him to explore. All the reasons why this was a bad idea disappeared. The one thing he knew, the only thing he wanted, was to taste it for himself.


Chapter 11