Give me my sin again. Ray was no English major but old classes had the horrible tendency of popping into his head at the most inappropriate moments. Or maybe it was appropriate; he couldn't be feeling any less than Romeo and Juliet had. Even if Asher definitely didn't kiss by the book. Thank God.

"Uh huh," he agreed, struck dumb by the intensity, keeping his eyes shut so he could keep a hold of it. "Wow." Hands that hadn't known where to go the first time gripped at Asher's waist now, like he thought he'd go poof if he let go. His chest twisted desperately, and he lifted one to Asher's jaw, touched the soft pad of his thumb where the thought a fang would be. Asher certainly knew how to use those without them being dangerous. But then Ray had always found a little bit of danger really, really hot.

"These are nice," he whispered, finally opening enlightened eyes, only to close the gap again and press his own kiss to Asher's lips. "On you. I like these." It was all happening so fast. "I like you. I lo...I, I..."