Shira Anthony

Jules rested the violin and bow on the case and sat down next to Jason. He hesitated for a moment, watching the older man with uncomfortable intensity, then reached for Jason and brushed a single tear from his cheek. For Jason, the touch was electric, and his physical response unexpected.__ach always touches my soul,_ Jules half whispered. His fingers still rested against Jason__ cheek. __e must have known great love, and great pain, to write something so powerful._ Jason realized that his own pain must be showing on his face, because Jules, too, looked sad."I__e never been religious,_ Jules said, his eyes never leaving Jason__, __ut I played this piece in a tiny church once. It was like God was there with me, speaking through me.__hen Jason remained silent, Jules leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. At a loss to explain the intense emotional and sexual response of his own body and equally unable to stop himself, Jasonreached for Jules and returned the kiss. The younger man__ lips tasted of wine and musk, and Jason realized that he was hungry for more.

I cannot come with you, my prince," he said with great tenderness, as he kneeled over the sleeping Neriah and placed the chain around his neck. "But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me." He touched his hand to Neriah's forehead and whispered, "Now, forget me.

He is so beautiful," she thought, aching from the sadness that she saw in his eyes. In the late-afternoon sunlight, those eyes were almost green. She took his face in her hands and pulled him to her, claiming the kiss she had so desperately wanted the day before but had forgotten in the heat of the moment. She closed her eyes and felt him respond to her mouth, his tongue seeking hers.