"Liam…" Arik groaned.
The sound was not warning enough.
Or perhaps it was exactly warning enough, and Liam had simply decided to be difficult with his face pressed against Arik's chest and the bond still humming beneath his skin like something bright and half-melted.
"What?" Liam murmured, far too comfortable for a man who had just said something deeply dangerous. "I said you were tame. That was a compliment."
Arik's hand, which had been moving slowly along Liam's back, stopped.
Liam could feel Arik staring down at him.
He did not move.
Moving would imply fear.
Or worse, anticipation.
The bond, unfortunately, knew the difference and was being spectacularly unhelpful.
"Tame," Arik repeated
Liam shut his eyes. "You are focusing on the wrong part."
"There was a right part?"
"The compliment."
"That was not a compliment."
"It was comparative praise."
