Chapter 7
Catli kept his eyes glued to the distant horizon when Alegan pulled out of the water. The effort was unbearable. His friend was handsome, holding a glow of dawn’s gold with fair, sunlight hair. Eyes beautiful as a tiger’s eye. He was tall and wiry, strong. Only the soft bits around his middle, swelled with a slight curve, told Catli that Alegan was on the mend and eating well.
When Alegan came into his care, he was almost skeletal thin. The curve in his waist was a great thing, to Catli’s healer instincts. It also made his mouth water with the urge to mark.
A hand rested on his shoulder and he tilted his head back. Alegan’s hair dripped clear drops onto Catli’s upturned face, but he ignored the way they traced down his cheeks to keep his eyes on Alegan’s smile.
“Are you done?
