Chapter 73

“Like I said, having you fall on me is not the direst of fates,” Julian said, grinning and winding himself all the tighter around him.

“If you let me up,” Rafi said in between kisses to Julian’s mouth and throat, “I can get these inconvenient clothes off you.”

“Can you? I’m not convinced.”

Rafi, released, set about with a will to prove him wrong—only to find that Julian’s ruffled Renaissance shirt was held on with an incomprehensible collection of clasps and laces. “Stand up.”

Julian made an unhappy sound, but got to his feet beside the bed, letting gold light spill over the shirt. It didn’t help. The shirt was impossible.

“How attached are you to this thing?” Rafi asked through a mouthful of Julian’s shoulder, the shirt forced aside enough to expose new skin.

Julian looked him in the eye. “I can replace it.”

Rafi ripped the shirt off and tossed the pieces to the floor. Julian made a breathless noise, disbelieving laughter and arousal.