“Then maybe?” Arik followed words with kisses: eyebrow, cheekbone, and jaw. “I might even…” He parted his lips and inhaled the scent of clean, clear, shower-fresh skin. “Tell you…”
Warm breath. White skin. Freckles. “How much…”
The thud of Blaze’s heart from inside Blaze’s chest. The way Blaze’s grip dug into Arik’s muscles. The slow rise of both of their bodies. “I think I’m…”
Blaze caught a breath. Arik’s eyelids fell, and he kept away Blaze’s impending speech with a light kiss. He pulled back, only enough to let his words tickle Blaze’s lips, “…falling in love with you.”
“Arik. No.”
A flash of brilliance slashed across the inside of Arik’s eyelids. Blaze choked. The spark of sensation between their touches snapped into a sizzle that stung skin; an elastic band sharpness that was so intense it hurt. Arik opened his eyes with a start. Blaze pulled back and away. They stared at each other in stunned silence.
A single drop of onyx liquid slipped from Blaze’s left nostril.