Arik's eyes darkened, and his amusement shifted and deepened, becoming warmer and far more dangerous.
Liam felt the change through the bond before Arik moved again.
Something between them, careful and burning, pressed against the quiet room until the amber ether lights seemed softer around the edges.
Arik lowered himself another fraction, so Liam felt his full weight.
"Say that again," Arik said.
Liam swallowed.
His hands had ended up at Arik's shoulders without permission from his dignity, fingers curled into the fabric of his sleep shirt. Arik's hair had fallen forward slightly, with dark strands brushing his forehead, giving him the appearance of a man who should not be allowed to smile close up.
Liam lifted his chin. "No."
Arik's mouth curved. "No?"
"You heard me."
"I did."
"Then suffer with the memory."
Arik laughed softly, the sound brushing Liam's lips before becoming another kiss.
