Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:37:11 -0500 From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com> Subject: His Touch of Ice - Part 22 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, and contains scenes of graphic violence and explicit male/male sex. If you are not of the legal age to read this, or are uncomfortable with this sort of content, please turn back now. HIS TOUCH OF ICE (The Ice Men, Book 1) is copyright © Kody Boye. All Rights are reserved. ______________________________________________________________________________ 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. ____________________________________________________________________________ If you enjoyed this installment of HIS TOUCH OF ICE, consider emailing the author with your thoughts or donating to him via Paypal at boyekody@gmail.com. You can also download the novel for free on Smashwords, Amazon Kindle, or any other major eBook retailer, or buy the Audible version online via Amazon.com. You can visit the author online at www.kodyboye.com.