They separated. Guiltily. “Sorry,” Justin apologized, sounding genuinely so. “Empaths. Kris especially. He’s kind of strong.”
“Yeah,” Zak said, “and you like strong—” Lee stepped on his foot.
“Thanks,” Kris said to Adam, this time. Much more friendly. Sincere. Also thoroughly recently kissed. Justin, even more so—pink-cheeked and sweet and melted into the circle of Kris’s arm—nodded earnestly.
“Any time,” Adam got out, on autopilot. “I did say.”
“I’ll make those calls for you,” Justin said. “And…it’s not exactly my business, but…as a friend, then…and I am a sort of succubus-type demon…”
“From the Realm of Perilous s*x Demons,” Kris put in, which must’ve been some sort of inside joke, because Justin let out a breath of amusement before going on. “Yeah. That. So…just…if there’s somethin
