Chapter 15

Zach likes it. A lot. Maybe too much. It’s a kiss that speaks of connection.

“The people I actually met were taken aback by my attitude. I wasn’t running, I wasn’t being squirrely, I wasn’t attacking. By the time it occurred to them to question my presence I was gone.” Aron playfully bites Zach’s lip. “And there are arrows everywhere to guide the visitors. I followed those.”

“Neat,” Zach mumbles into Aron’s mouth.

“Thank you.” Aron turns his head and yawns. “Can I sleep now? Because I had this fantastic orgasm and I am done. Seriously, I think I’m about to pass out.”

“Sure,” Zach says, satisfied. For now. He lifts himself even farther up the bed, his back toward the headboard and places a pillow in his lap. “Pillow?”

“You’re amazing,” Aron says and tiredly deposits his head. Then he jolts. Looks up and, “Wait. You?”

“Me?”

“You didn’t…I didn’t…You—I’m a crappy lover and now I’m too—”

But Zach stops him pressing his fingers against Aron’s mouth. “I came.”