He’s being so sensible, mature, not pressuring Daniel. He’d always been like that, as a friend and a lover. He always let Daniel do things in his own time, make his own choices without being rushed or pressured. And Daniel just wants to kiss him, even looks at his lips, full and soft looking, and lust punches him in the gut.
“So, like a date?” Daniel coughs, trying to think with his brain and not with his d**k. He’s thirty-two, not eighteen. If he missteps now, things could turn to s**t, and he might end up breaking his own heart. But the sun is starting to set, the air is warm and charged with magic from the solstice and the gathered coven.
Michael nods. “If you’d be willing.”
“I think I’d like that, but I need to get something out of my system first.” Daniel wonders what a date with M
