And now that he had surrendered, Cole had stopped trying to soothe the aching thoughts that there was something wrong with them being here, doing this together. He wasn't actually reading much of anything, because his body was demanding his attention.

His hands rubbed over Dorian's shoulders and back, like Cole didn't know what to do with them and couldn't stop them restlessly feeling Dorian's skin. Dorian mouth was hot, too hot but not burning him, wet and smooth across his neck and chest, leaving him a mess of noise and movement and want.