Yarrow, strong and gorgeous at his side. So interested in Folly that Folly feels he may be worth that interest after all. “Here you go,” Yarrow says. And Folly surrenders to instinct. He takes the tankard, then reaches to grab Yarrow by one gleaming horn. The ridges are smooth and warm beneath his palm as he pulls Yarrow down. Yarrow’s kiss is even warmer. “Thanks,” Folly murmurs against Yarrow’s lips. Then releases him.
