Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:37:11 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - Part 22

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HIS TOUCH OF ICE (The Ice Men, Book 1) is copyright © Kody Boye. All
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I slept deeper than I had in the past few months. Lying completely prone on
my stomach, the knots of tension free from my shoulders, my neck devoid of
the familiar ache that had come from years of looking over textbooks—I
opened my eyes to find the room lit in a fine gray twilight and Guy's eyes
watching me from between finely-veiled slits.

"Hey," Guy said. "Feeling any better?"

"Better than ever," I yawned, arching my back to release the kinks from a
night's worth of sleep. "Why?"

"Do you remember anything that happened?"

Flashes of the previous night entered my head. "Yeah," I said, playfully
batting his hand away as he reached for me. "You owe me a handjob."

"You have my word," Guy said, leaning over to kiss my brow. He sat up and
ran his hands along the side of his head, shivering in the breeze imparted
by an untended air conditioning unit. I pressed a hand to his back and
marveled at the muscles beneath my touch.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, haphazardly pushing myself into an
upright position.

"Shoot."

"How old were you when you... uh... became a Kaldr?"

"I've always been one. Supposedly that's special."

"What do you mean?"

Guy shook his head. "It's nothing important," he said. "At least, not to
me."

I didn't bother to push it. It didn't seem like he had much to hide. His
biggest secret was already revealed. What more could he be keeping from me?

Though I was most likely jinxing myself by questioning that, I shook the
idea of unnecessary secrets from my head and scooted up beside him, my arm
instinctively wrapping around the free space between his ribcage.

"Thank you for last night," I said.

"It hurt to see you in pain."

"You're sweet." I kissed his stubbly cheek. "We should probably shower. We
might still be able to catch breakfast."

"Lead the way?" Guy asked.

He took hold of my hand after we crawled out of bed and headed toward the
bathroom.
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