The Novelty Maker by Sasha L. Miller Page B
Authors: Sasha L. Miller
Tags: M/M romance, fantasy
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"Sorry."
Cole reached out slowly, running his fingers over the scars. They were peculiar—not knife scars and not smooth burn scars. "Do you have any feeling?"
Harlowe laughed, somewhat unsteadily. "Not really? It's more of a pressure than any real feeling. I can't tell hot or cold, or really tell if you're moving your hand."
"Do you want me to not touch?" Cole asked, dropping his hand to his side. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Shut up, of course you can touch," Harlowe said. He hesitantly kissed Cole, a whisper of lips against Cole's, and Cole grinned, unable to stop the surge of elation that washed through him. Harlowe was kissing him! Cole returned the kiss, moving his hands to the somewhat safer ground of Harlowe's hips, pulling Harlowe closer and drawing the kiss deeper.
Harlowe shifted closer himself, wrapping one arm around Cole's neck and grabbing onto the front of Cole's jacket with the other. He tasted sweet, like candied nuts, with a sharp, metallic tang lingering underneath. He kissed hesitant and slow, content to let Cole guide the way, and Cole was sure he'd never forget the feel of Harlowe in his arms, not in a thousand lifetimes.
Unfortunately, the need to breathe became a priority, and Cole broke away, pressing kisses to Harlowe's jaw as he tried to catch his breath. The soft, encouraging noises Harlowe was making weren't helping his concentration, and Cole wondered just how long they could stay back here before someone came looking. Was forever too long?
"I really, really hate to say this," Harlowe said, his grip on Cole's jacket tightening when Cole pressed his lips to the spot where Harlowe's jaw met his neck, "but I do have to get the shop painted today."
Cole groaned, but didn't let Harlowe go. "Are you sure?"
"Unfortunately." Harlowe slowly uncurled his fingers from the front of Cole's jacket. "You could help. It would go more quickly with two people."
"Manual labor?" Cole wrinkled his nose. "Only for you."
Harlowe laughed, pushing at him impatiently. "Come on, the sooner it's done, the sooner we can find something else to do. Unless you have plans this afternoon?"
"No, I'm all yours," Cole promised.
About the Author
Sasha L. Miller spends most of her time writing, reading, or playing with all things website design. She loves telling stories, especially romance, because there’s nothing better than giving people their happily ever afters. When not writing, she spends time cooking, harassing her roommates, and playing with her cats.
Cole reached out slowly, running his fingers over the scars. They were peculiar—not knife scars and not smooth burn scars. "Do you have any feeling?"
Harlowe laughed, somewhat unsteadily. "Not really? It's more of a pressure than any real feeling. I can't tell hot or cold, or really tell if you're moving your hand."
"Do you want me to not touch?" Cole asked, dropping his hand to his side. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Shut up, of course you can touch," Harlowe said. He hesitantly kissed Cole, a whisper of lips against Cole's, and Cole grinned, unable to stop the surge of elation that washed through him. Harlowe was kissing him! Cole returned the kiss, moving his hands to the somewhat safer ground of Harlowe's hips, pulling Harlowe closer and drawing the kiss deeper.
Harlowe shifted closer himself, wrapping one arm around Cole's neck and grabbing onto the front of Cole's jacket with the other. He tasted sweet, like candied nuts, with a sharp, metallic tang lingering underneath. He kissed hesitant and slow, content to let Cole guide the way, and Cole was sure he'd never forget the feel of Harlowe in his arms, not in a thousand lifetimes.
Unfortunately, the need to breathe became a priority, and Cole broke away, pressing kisses to Harlowe's jaw as he tried to catch his breath. The soft, encouraging noises Harlowe was making weren't helping his concentration, and Cole wondered just how long they could stay back here before someone came looking. Was forever too long?
"I really, really hate to say this," Harlowe said, his grip on Cole's jacket tightening when Cole pressed his lips to the spot where Harlowe's jaw met his neck, "but I do have to get the shop painted today."
Cole groaned, but didn't let Harlowe go. "Are you sure?"
"Unfortunately." Harlowe slowly uncurled his fingers from the front of Cole's jacket. "You could help. It would go more quickly with two people."
"Manual labor?" Cole wrinkled his nose. "Only for you."
Harlowe laughed, pushing at him impatiently. "Come on, the sooner it's done, the sooner we can find something else to do. Unless you have plans this afternoon?"
"No, I'm all yours," Cole promised.
About the Author
Sasha L. Miller spends most of her time writing, reading, or playing with all things website design. She loves telling stories, especially romance, because there’s nothing better than giving people their happily ever afters. When not writing, she spends time cooking, harassing her roommates, and playing with her cats.
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