Chapter 68

Clark held Daniel tightly and realized that when he was this close to Daniel, anything became reasonable. It was crazy to be here after so little time, but part of Clark felt like he’d been waiting for or been with Daniel forever. And there was no guilt here, no panic, no need to hide.

Just my Daniel.

Clark sighed and wiped his eyes again.

Daniel murmured into Clark’s hair, “How are you doing?”

“Okay,” Clark answered. He cleared his throat and coughed. “Ironic, but okay.” Clark kissed the corner of Daniel’s mouth.

“I think so.” Daniel kissed Clark’s hair, and Clark told himself this was all right. He was not some fragile innocent, but rather someone who’d been through the equivalent of an emotional gauntlet in the past twenty-four hours. Clark remembered Daniel saying he thought he loved Clark, and Clark thought about rules and exceptions—and about how the latter negated the first. And he recalled something he’d told many a sub after a long session.