Re: Lori + Jacob
"That would be very bad," he agreed, almost breathlessly. Why hadn't he noticed before now how fit this man was. He was tall, and strong, and smelled so good. His skin felt feverish, and he wanted to see how his skin tasted. There was a reason he shouldn't though. Wasn't there?
And then the man's fingers were brushing against his hand, and the fever turned to fire. He couldn't help the moan that slipped out, nor could he help the way he moved helplessly forward. Something was wrong, but he couldn't think enough to know what. He just wanted to touch.
"My name's Lori," he said, eyes wide, and cheeks flushed. He reached out with the his free hand and played with a loose thread on the man's shirt.