Chapter 16
The kiss stained Edwin’s mouth. His lips tingled from it for the entire drive back to Carson’s apartment. He kept touching them, like he expected to wipe the sweet taste away, like it was nothing more than a bit of raspberry jam clinging to his lips. He stole glances of the younger man as Carson drove, imagining him without his clothes, remembering what it was like to kiss his shoulder or the hollow of his throat or the inside of his elbow. It felt like an eternity since he’d known Carson’s body, and he wanted to get reacquainted with it. He wanted to lose himself in each caress, until there were no more doubts, no more fears.
Did Carson ever feel the same desire? Did he turn to Edwin because he wanted to block out the rest of the world? Or was he still too young, too fresh, t
