“Because,” Alec scrambled to explain. Kríe were so dense. “That kind of thing’s intimate.” “Intimate.” “Yeah.” “As in, reserved for someone to whom you are attracted.” “Yes. Exactly. Not just any—” Alec froze. Son of a bitch. Zercy grinned, fangs flashing. “That is right. You are attracted to me, Alick. So, we kiss.” His lips engulfed Alec’s.
