Sunlight and Gold
By K.L. Noone
Justin’s rock-star boyfriend had a secret.
Justin knew he did; for an impressively talented empath, Kris Starr was honestly terrible at not projecting emotions. The question wasn’t so much whether Kris was hiding something, but what that something might be.
He didn’t mind, though. Kris loved him. So he could wait. And he was happy.
In sunlight, one leg dangling over a sofa-arm, reading through a proposed manuscript about feminist punk bands and witches and history, Justin Moore let himself laugh aloud.
He was happy. He knew he was. He felt it in his bones.
He knew Kris had a good secret; whatever it was, it hummed unspoken and delicious and anticipatory as Midwinter’s Eve.
He ran a hand through his hair, making it stand out more wildly, scraps of une
