Chapter 11

Sean surrendered to the kiss, mashing his face up against Arliss’s and sucking on his tongue. Almost of its own volition, his hand rose up to the back of Arliss’s neck to pull him closer, as if that were even possible. He realized, somewhere in the foggy midst of the kiss, that he needed this sobad, was hungry for it, and the delivery of it, so unexpected, kind, and hot, was a gift. It almost made him want to cry—not for the same reasons he had cried earlier but from sheer bliss. The kiss made Sean feel alive again, wanted, an affirmation that he was worthy.