Remy slid his palms up Marlow’s bare chest, feeling along the grooves of muscle, like he wanted to map every nuance of Marlow’s dips and edges. The intimacy made Marlow quiver.
“You’re trembling.”
“I-I’m, uhh, ticklish.”
“Are you?” Remy dragged his nails around Marlow’s sides to his back and started to lift the shirt up. Once it was off, Marlow removed Remy’s shirt in kind to help hide his shaking hands.
He didn’t mean to stare when Remy’s shirt hit the floor, but he’d never seen the other man bare other than in his fantasies last night.
Remy was a mural of color, all down his arms, across his chest, down to his waistline, and as high as his clavicle, likely around his back the same way. Marlow had seen hints of tattoos before, mostly if Remy’s sleeves were rolled up, but he hadn’t ex
