"And making such a fuss about me," Krem said, gently chastening, but his smile still strong and bright. Thomas's weight was still hovering over him. He contemplated reversing their positions, rolling Thomas onto his back and sitting on his waist instead. It would be a deliciously wicked temptation.

He cupped the back of Thomas's neck and leaned up to kiss him. It was slow and deep and full of wonderful promise. No clothes now. Just them and the whole day.