Page 31 of Touch In Excess

“Am I interrupting?” Hen was crossing the room quicker than Skye could ask him to stop.

“I was just showing Rami around,” Skye said, not letting his lover go. Rami was relaxing inch by inch though, just the way Skye expected.

Hen was dressed casually—leggings, a fuzzy off-the-shoulder sweater, a little glitter on his eyelids and lips. He wasn’t wearing shoes, but his feet were covered in thick, fuzzy socks, and he immediately slipped and only just managed to catch himself before falling on his ass.

“Whoops.”

“Hasn’t literally everyone warned you about those fucking socks in here?” Skye chastised.

“It’s a small price to comfort my little toes,” Hen said. He stuck out his hand to Rami. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Skye isobsessedwith you. In a good way,” he added when Rami took his hand.

Instead of shaking it, Rami twisted it to look at his nails. “Like stars,” he murmured.

Hen lifted his brows at Skye, then nodded. “Mm. I’ve been in a sort of space theme lately.”

Rami let him go. “They’re very beautiful. And you’re very beautiful. Why aren’t you up on the wall?”

Hen burst into delighted laughter. “I’m not a Sin, honey. I manage these disasters. They’d fall apart without me.”

Rami glanced over at Skye, who grinned. “He does manage us well. We all love him. We’d be lost without him here.”

“That’s really nice. It’s like a family. You’re the fun uncle,” Rami said.

Hen folded his hands under his chin and sighed. “I love you. I know it’s early, Rami, but I do. You’re amazing, and I want to keep you.”

Rami looked slightly panicked. “I want Skye to be my boyfriend, and I’m not really into polyamory.”

Hen all but swooned into Rami’s arms. “Yes. We’re keeping you. He can be your boyfriend.”

Skye wanted to smile, but his head was spinning. He had a feeling Rami didn’t mean it literally in the sense that he wanted to be exclusive now. Or put labels on it. He meant it as he said it: that it was what he wanted.

It felt too good to be true, but he reached for Rami’s hand and tugged him away from Hen. “I like that idea.”

Rami softened. “Then I can stay.”

“Tell me you’re bringing him to the barbeque,” Hen said.

Skye shifted uneasily. “I think we’ll take our time with that one.”

“I don’t know if I like barbeque,” Rami told him honestly. “And I have a hard time around large groups of people until I know them really well.”

“Stone will make you whatever your lovely little heart desires, but we don’t need to rush things. Just know there’s an open invite. We cook out at least three times a week.”

Rami nodded, then tugged on Skye’s hand. “I’m feeling overwhelmed. Can we go?”

“Go,” Hen answered for them. “I need to do some setup. Mauro’s client booked the chapel for the night.”

Skye didn’t even have a chance to respond before Rami was tugging him toward the doors. They went out the back exit, and Rami didn’t slow until Skye’s cottage came into view. His feet hesitated in the grass, and then he came to a stop.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to panic.”

Skye shook his head and took him by the shoulders. “I’d never have you in there to witness something you didn’t want to be part of.”

“Is that…can people do that?”

Skye shrugged. “Some clients are really into being watched. Some of the other Sins will participate in that capacity. Stone and August have done stuff together with Jet’s clients.”

“I don’t know everyone’s names,” Rami said. “Which one is Stone, and which one is Jet?”

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