““I know you worry about getting older, about not being the prettiest guy in the room anymore." And I worried about aging, but not how he thought. I had never presumed I was prettiest, just one of many. My only concern now was that Sam Kage thought I was hot. "But there will never come a time when that will be the case," he said, pressing soft kisses to the side of my neck. I leaned my head back so he could reach more of my throat. "To me, Jory," he said, "you‘re more beautiful now than you ever have been, and I can‘t wait to see what you‘re gonna look like at forty and fifty and sixty, and God willing a lot more numbers after that." "Many after that," I assured him as my eyes drifted open so I could look up into his smoky-blue ones. "The most important thing is that you‘re mine, you belong to me," he said, his hands pressing me closer before he kissed me.””
