They stayed up all night, talking quietly, making love every other hour. Reconnecting in a way they needed to, down to the molecular level. Noah traced the veins on Cole’s arms, and Cole drew patterns on Noah’s back, kissed a path up and down Noah’s hairy thighs and the backs of his knees until Noah giggled and snorted. Noah gave him a long massage, until Cole was a loose-limbed pile of muscles and bones mumbling Noah’s name in between deep groans.
