“Aaron, what are you doing in here?”
The tight grasp Wren had on his wrist loosened, but Wren didn’t release him completely.
“I…see…” Aaron stammered, at a loss, his brain momentarily stunned.
The feather light brush of Wren’s thumb across his pulse point had Aaron on the verge of purring. “I wanted to thank you for last night,” Aaron managed to get out.
Wren’s eyes bore into his, making Aaron feel naked and not in the sexual way. In a way that revealed all the parts of him he’d rather keep secret.
~ Above is an excerpt from Lost in the Fire (Firehouse Six, Book #5). The image is my inspiration for Aaron. 🙂