Chapter 8

His hand paused, curving around Fin’s side, cherishing the smooth heat of the other man’s skin, the gentle ripple of his breathing and the low, steady beat of his heart. Sleeping together made the long cold nights of midwinter so much more pleasant. The simple human comfort of another being near made a huge difference. Beyond that was the wild rapture of touching, kissing, and loving each other…

At first, it had felt clumsy and awkward. Rhys had been solitary and celibate so much of his adult life. Many of the common folk were fearful of one with the Druid powers. They might ask for guidance on how to appease the deities or for a healing when it was needed, but they did not dare a friendship or a closer connection. His gift was a two-edged sword. Until Finbar.