The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body. So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and music enjoyed.
J.R. WardWhen he pulled back, Blay frowned. "You're shaking." Was it possible he wasn't imagining this? "Am I?" "Yes." "I don't care. I love you. I love you so damned much, and I"m sorry that I wasn't male enough to admitโ" Blay stopped him with a kiss. "You're plenty male enough now--the rest of it's in the past." "I just...God, I really am shaking, aren't I? Yeah. But it's okay โ I've got you." Qhuinn turned his face into one of the male's palms. "You always have. You've always had me...and my heart. My soul. Everything.
J.R. WardYou're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irishโฆ let me think. Yeahโฆ" Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. Andโฆ my dearest friendโฆ until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.
J.R. WardNext time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.
J.R. Ward