He wasn’t going to think about the way he’d felt like his knees had been swept out from under him when His Highness said those three words (Kiss me, now. Kiss me, now. Kiss me, now), and he wasn’t going to think of His Highness’s mouth, or His Highness’s mouth, or His Highness’s mouth, or His Highness putting his hands in Evemer’s hair like he was going to pull him around and show him how to do it better, how he wanted it— No. No, he was really not thinking about any of this anymore. Nor was he thinking about how he wasn’t going to think about it.
