“Damen’s palm slid over Laurent’s warm nape; slowly, very slowly, making his height an offering, not a threat, Damen leaned in and kissed Laurent on the mouth. The kiss was barely a suggestion of itself, with no yielding of the… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“The problem with tents was that you couldn’t knock. Damen leaned his weight on one of the poles and called out. The delay from within was pronounced. Finally Jord appeared, shirtless and wide-shouldered. Rather than waste time tying laces, he… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
