Page 191 of Untouchable

Parker wants to protest, wants to claim he doesn’t deserve such attention and affection lavished on himself—but then, he stops himself.

The center of Harp’s universe.

That sounds good.

Maybe he does deserve it. Or, even if he doesn’t, maybe that doesn’t matter. What matters is that Harp thinks he does. And maybe that’s okay.

And so he lets himself be held, lets himself be kissed, lets himself be loved. He melts into Harp’s arms, opening his mouth to Harp, letting out a little moan of contentment and surprise and relief and god knows what other emotions are swirling around inside him.

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It's a risk—itall feels like a risk—but unlike that first night together, Harp doesn't think he'll wake up to regret it.

Not tomorrow. Maybe not for a long time.

Who knows? Maybe this is the first good thing in your life you're not going to fuck up.

The thought is too beautiful to be suspended for too long: a future that includes Parker, always. It disappears as fast as it occurs to him, replaced with the growing awareness of his own need as he holds Parker's waist and tastes him again.

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