"Achilles was looking at me. "Your hair never quite lies flat, here." He touched my head, just behind my ear. "I don't think I've ever told you how I like it."
My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. "You haven't," I said.
"I should have." His hand drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. "What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?"
"No," I said.
"This surely then." His hand moved across the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed beneath it. "Have I told you of this?"
"That you have told me." My breath caught a little as I spoke.
"And what of this?" His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. "Have I spoken of it?"
"You have."
"And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this." His cat's smile. "Tell me I did not."
"You did not."
"There is this too." His hand was ceaseless now. "I know I have told you of this."
I closed my eyes. "Tell me again," I said."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Achilles: "Your hair never quite lies flat, here."
"I don't think I've ever told you how I like it."
Patroclus: "You haven't,"
Achilles: "You haven't,"
"What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?"
Patroclus: "No,"
Achilles: "This surely then."
"Have I told you of this?"
Patroclus: "That you have told me."
Achilles: "And what of this?"
"Have I spoken of it?"
Patroclus: "You have."
Achilles: "And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this."
