Fear can be a potent aphrodisiac.
Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?
Are you going to cry when you hand your Evie Girl over to me? You never cry for me. I think I’d like to see it.
Can you find beauty in darkness, Eve?" Danny asked. She nodded. "Yes." "Then look for it," he said softly.
Tasting what could have been—what should have been—didn't make it easier.
Danny couldn't help it, he laughed as he shook his head. "You bit the apple." "I bit the apple," Paul agreed. His eyes glimmered bright blue as tears welled up in them and he gave Danny a soft smile.
He kissed him like a man starved, thrusting his tongue past his parted lips and drowning himself in the taste and feel of Paul after three weeks without him.
