Sitting on the side of the bed, Tate leaned over to kiss Warden, brushing his lips lightly against his lover’s. Warden sighed, stirring in his sleep. His eyes fluttered open, and a heartbeat later, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“Tate,” he whispered.
“My love,” Tate replied, his affection for Warden easing the weariness that shrouded him. The last day and half had taken their toll. All he wanted right now was some quality time with the man who managed to make him feel so alive in a dark place. Being with Warden, it was almost like being able to go home. If only…“How do you feel?”
Warden closed his eyes. “Tired, but better. What the hell happened? That wasn’t my first rodeo.”
“Troll blood,” offered Tate, providing a quick explanation of how it messed with the body.
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