“Don’t we need some, you know,” Henry muttered against Jamey’s cheek.
“What? Oh, you mean protection. I don’t think we do if we’re just going to, if we’re not going to, you know…”
They touched each other, and then kissed hard, their hands in a slow dance at first, then faster, frantic, stroking each other, warm on warm, shirts peeled off, discarded on the concrete floor. Shoes, socks. Mouth on mouth, wet and warm. Fumbling hands on buckles, tripping over shedding pants, as the moment’s weight took them down to the floor into a naked jumble of legs and arms and tangled clothes.
* * * *
Ella sat up in the big bed in the upstairs bedroom of the Watchers’ House. She had been certain the third warning had taken care of the problem. It had been a very long time since anyone had to go past a
