“How did the people of Ailonsileah handle it?” asked Shay. He righted the case with caution, but nothing happened. When Galenn said nothing, he looked up. “I’m genuinely curious.”
And he very much wanted to hear Galenn talking about something he was fascinated in. He got this light in his eyes Shay liked watching, a spark of excitement inspired by joy. Galenn truly did appreciate the art, much as he sometimes didn’t act like it. Shay enjoyed seeing that, and especially in Galenn.
It was then he realized he was going to try to f**k the guy before this was over. Not as a transaction, not as a stalling tactic—for fun. For the enjoyment of it. As Galenn had said, it had been too long, and for Shay, too.
“You already heard my speech at Bekkah’s event,” said Galenn as Shay passed him gloves.
