A shiver swept through Cat at the touch. even now, when he felt so very alive and right, touching was important. His skin still so sensitive to it. Alcuin's touch did soothe him, even when Cat didn't want it to. Because he knew that...
That...
He sucked in a breath, gripped the bedding, eyes opening wide to see not but damp material. Alcuin did love him...
But if he did, then he would prove it, here. Now.
Not if Scott...
Shouldn't matter. Scott shouldn't care, and he's sleeping.
Scott would be sad, I don't want Scott sad. I love him too.
And>
This is wrong...
Still he reached up and back over his shoulder, finding Alcuin's hand, gripping at it. Just saying it... Alcuin had to be just saying those words. "Hold me?" Cat asked, voice barely a whisper. He would just need to be content with this.