"I missed you, Jack," Ten replied, telling a skewed form of the truth. He had been missing his lover over the past few years. He had missed fucking him, using him. He had missed the rush that he got when the vampire fed from him, and the burst of magical energy he had been able to pull from their lovemaking. Sure, he would be able to get that from Keara soon enough, but there was something about doing it on the sly that made it more exciting.
"And I just needed to see you again, to make sure I wasn't crazy, wasn't imagining what we had between us. I didn't imagine it, Jack."
Tennison stood again, stepping up beside Jack's chair, and running his hand over the man's shoulder. He caught a touch of skin to skin contact at the base of his throat.