Brett was undressed, getting ready to take a shower, when he heard a knock on his door. “Now what,” he muttered, pulling on his jeans, not bothering with the top button. He yanked the door open, expecting to find out Kylian had gotten some urgent message about the killer that they had to deal with posthaste.
Seconds later he was plastered against the entryway wall, Kylian’s arms wrapped around his neck as the elf kissed him. Shocked, but hardly immune to what was happening Brett kissed him back.
Kylian stepped away long moments later, putting his hands on Brett’s shoulders. “I had to know,” he said breathlessly. “I needed to know what kissing you would be like.”
Swallowing hard, his gaze locked on the smaller man’s face, Brett replied, “And?”
“For a first one, it was pretty damned good
