If he was dreaming, he didn’t want to wake up. Ever. Charles squeezed Farrah’s hand as they got to the door of his bedchamber. He was afraid to let go in case he changed his mind. Farrah kissed the side of his head as he hesitated, and then they tumbled into the room kissing again. Kissing Farrah was like nothing else on earth. He hadn’t kissed a lot of men, but there had never, ever been anything like the feeling that kissing Farrah had given him. Those hard, strong arms holding him firm almost let him believe he was safe. They staggered to the bed, but Charles wanted more. He wanted Farrah naked. He wanted to see that magnificent body, feel that skin and absorb the scent that was pure…
“Clothes,” he muttered against Farrah’s lips.
Farrah pushed away with a wicked grin and pulled his sh
