His heart hurt, uncertain, trying to do no harm.
“Nothing big. Only wondering what you’ve been up to.” He ran a hand along Colin’s back, tracing the curve of flexible spine, knowing every touch would be magnified by newly-shifted nerves. “Missed you, kitten.” Truth like celestial copper, drawn from stars. He had.
“So did I,” Colin agreed, shamelessly arching into the petting, “about you, though it’s not as if I’ve been gone for weeks…you saw me this morning…oh, nice, right there…”
“Think I did more than see you,” David said, entertained through the sharpness of not-yet-and-maybe-never loss. Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe Colin Rue wanted nothing more than this: sunshine, kisses, a local witch’s sturdy hands. “Or did you forget already, and you need me to remind you…”
The scents of hone
