“That doesn’t mean I won’t want to lick every inch of you,” I told him with a little grin, pleased when his pupils expanded in a rush. “When you’re comfortable with me doing it, that is. I guarantee, Moth, I’m going to love every part of you.” When he lifted his eyes to mine, the yearning in them threw me off guard, even though I knew it wasn’t yearning for me as such. It was for acceptance. Being able to be intimate with someone for the first time in his life. Being touched.
