Chapter 8
The previous seventy-two hours turned to dust and blew away as soon as they kissed. Edwin focused everything on Carson, on the contact between their bodies, on the moments they were sharing. His tongue and teeth tingled. His scalp tingled. He tingled everywhere—except where Carson actually touched him. There, he burned.
He relied on his memory to guide them from the kitchen to the bedroom. He didn’t want to lift his head for any reason, and it felt like Carson didn’t want to let him. Their tongues wound around each other, their feet tangled, and Carson’s long fingers curled in Edwin’s hair, tugging at the strands. He tasted sweet—sweeter than the cheesecake they had just shared—and the smell of lemon drifted from his skin. Edwin’s distracted brain tried to name the source of th
