Qhuinn wanted to say,
As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, I'm still in love with him.Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint...
Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn— and probably always would be.Why? he said to his lover.Because I want you for however long I have you.
No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common. Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.
Qhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage … and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay’s stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in...
As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.
Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.
Especially as Blay’s face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned...
I'd better go, he said, without leaving.That one eye, the blue one, just kept staring up at him. Bloodshot, with a cut across the brow above it, the thing shouldn’t have been able to focus. But it was...
Qhuinn stopped breathing, focusing everything he had on the male who had been his best friend and his never-been lover… and the ever-after that was never going to happen.Even after all the things that...
He wanted to say. And not we as in the Brotherhood.Not even we as in he and John. More like … me.
I have loved you for years. I have been in love with you for years and years and years ... throughout school and training ... before transitions and afterward ... when you approached me and yes, even...
As a collective exhale hit the airwaves, Qhuinn found himself looking over at Blay. Aw, hell, talk about a suck zone—this was why he avoided the guy like the plague. Just one glance and he was locked...
Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous.
[Qhuinn looking a Blay] A tear escaped from that eye . Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn’t hold on to the lashes. Slipp...