Chapter 9Blaze
Blaze settled with his legs spread to either side of Arik’s. The pajama pants’ fabric was soft against Blaze’s bare skin, and Arik’s hoodie was delicious to squeeze; plush cushion over the hard body beneath it.
Meeting Arik’s eyes, Blaze grasped both of Arik’s hands and put them on his legs on the outside of the towel. The skin-to-skin buzzing was too much of a distraction if Blaze was going to tell his story with a lick of cohesion and remember to leave out the parts that might be too much for Arik to handle at this phase of the game. Arik was learning more than most, and he was processing faster than many who’d had longer to do so, but the truth was both Blaze’s weapon and biggest bargaining chip. He had to use it wisely in either capacity.
“Okay,” Arik whispered, squee
