Chapter 22With a nod to everyone in the library, Voltaire rang the gong. The Atlantean guards answered the summons and escorted them to their quarters. There was no attempt to stop them taking books, not that Midnight even knew the title of his. All his focus was on Tresilian’s hand and the heat at the small of his back where it lay.
The moment they were inside their room, Tresilian locked the door, crushed Midnight’s body against it with his own, and sealed their mouths in a searing kiss. Tresilian kissed him until Midnight saw dancing lights before his eyes and he sagged into his lover’s arms as they finally parted.
Both drew heaving gulps of air into their lungs as Tresilian rested his forehead against Midnight’s.
“Sorry. I was like a cat on hot bricks while you were gone. My imagina
