Chapter 6As the two lovers lay in their bed of lust, their mouths were so close together, they shared their breath. Cato took the mouth of his lover with soft urgency, asking for Christopher’s surrender rather than demanding it. At first, the lush lips beneath his own held a touch of resistance, but quickly opened and each of them touched tongues before they became intertwined in a mating dance that was only the first step to a wild ride, flesh to flesh.
While their hearts thudded together, and their kisses slowly deepened, Cato pulled away, and grabbed his head. He kept seeing pictures of a man in his mind’s eye. He had fair skin, and white hair. His eyes were glittering with fear and urgency. Who was this man? Cato had the feeling that he was losing himself—fading into another universe.
