Excerpt for adults only:
“So you do talk.” Anders nodded, barely perceptible, and Thomas grinned down at him. “You hungry or anything? You’ve been here a while.” He didn’t wait for a response before he was scooping up one of the little cakes, dripping with honey.
The pads of his fingertips slid stickily along Anders’ skin, and Anders bit his lip to keep from taking an indrawn breath. It had felt good, and that was a reaction that he really, really shouldn’t be having right now. Then those sticky fingertips were brushing his lips, and Anders had to either open his mouth or get cake smeared all over his face.
He opened his mouth. The cake was sweet on his tongue, the honey a burst of flavor. He licked his lower lip and caught Thomas’ index finger by accident. Thomas was looking at him a little funny, and then he lifted his hand absentmindedly to lick the excess honey from the backs of his knuckles.
