“You’re not afraid of me.” His breath was warm on Piper’s fingers. “No,” said Piper, which was mostly true, although the look in the other man’s eyes was waking something that felt a little like fear and a lot like lust. “No, I’m not.” The paladin moved. He was impossibly fast, catching Piper’s arms and pinning him up against the wall. Piper swallowed hard, stunned by the speed and by the sensation of Galen’s body pressed full-length against his. “You should be,” said Galen, and kissed him.
And now I’m slurping down that juice box again
