Doyle’s smile as Larkin corrected the button on his vest. Sitting together on the back of the ambulance, Doyle tugging the hair tie. Doyle’s whiskey voice reduced to a teasing whisper in Larkin’s ear, followed by his larger-than-life laugh. Being told, “Love and sex can only be used for good.” So much sensory stimulation, and yet, it all had felt right. Like coming home after being lost in the dark woods for a very, very long time.
