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I started to climb in still wearing my robe. He must have felt it for he said, “Lose it.”
I shucked it off and tossed it to the floor. Then I slid smoothly into Thorne’s arms, realizing he’d removed his own robe as well.
My body pressed against his as he scooted until his arms were around me.
I gave a little cry, a weird sound that escaped low in my throat.
“Hush, it’s all right,” he said softly.
Slowly, I lay my head against his chest. My body began to relax, first my shoulders which I’d been holding so taut, and then my arms, my chest, my stomach and legs. His body against mine was hot, but not too hot, and felt both delicate and strong. His skin was soft but his muscles were big and hard. The fragrance of tea and fresh earth and autumn washed over me, along with the lavender shampoo we both now used.
I took a deep breath. It felt like the first true, relaxed breath I’d taken in days.
I closed my eyes. With Thorne’s arms encasing me, I fell into the most refreshing sleep I’d ever had.
Chapter Twenty-One
Thorne
Kris’s skin warmed against Thorne’s own. He fit perfectly into Thorne’s embrace. His silken hair flowed about Thorne’s chest and arms as he held him, as he fell into a deep and restful sleep.
Thorne’s cock grew hard again; it was a sweet arousal, not needy.
He could wait. He could wait forever for this beautiful young man if he had to.
He closed his eyes and let himself fall into sweet relaxation, his mind rejoicing that he held a lover. His lover. Even if it might be too early to think it, he couldn’t stop himself.
Many times throughout the night he woke, shifting himself and Kris into more comfortable positions. Kris would wake, yawn and murmur his name, then curl against him and fall back to sleep.
Once Thorne woke with his hand on Kris’s hip, his fingers caressing up and down the curve at the top of his buttock. He cupped it protectively and fell back to sleep.
When the window began to lighten with early dawn, he woke again and realized as Kris re-settled in his arms after squirming to half-wakefulness, that something great was happening to them.
They were mentally bonding.
Things had gotten out of control. But oh how beautifully fate had turned. Chaos became gentle love as if by magic.
He wanted this. But his impending Burn in a few weeks had him worried.
He fell back to sleep staring at the emerald ring he’d placed on the bedside table, the greens of the precious stone glimmering in the pale morning light.
*
When Thorne woke again, Kris lay facing him, eyes open and watching him. No more fear or pain or fever darkened those sweet brown orbs. No more misery. He saw a peace there, a soft affection and maybe more.
Thorne wanted to move his head forward just enough to kiss him. After everything, for a kiss to seem so daring was ridiculous. But he couldn’t overcome the idea that it was too soon. Too early.
Kris stared at him, unmoving. Then after a few breaths, gaze unwavering, the corners of his lips rose up.
The smile was absurdly amazing and, despite an alluring and irresistible body, the most entrancing part of Kris. Thorne did not take such a gift lightly.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” Kris said.
“No thanks are necessary. You know I like you, don’t you?” Thorne asked. “A lot.”
“I’d be horribly embarrassed if you didn’t.”
Thorne laughed.
