"I should have known then," Michael told him in a soft voice, "I kept dreaming about you, the way your skin felt when I was looking for a broken collarbone." He laughed a little, pecked at his lips. "Which is probably a little creepy, now that I think about it."

Then, because the taste of him was so strong on his lips, he angled his head and kissed him again, deeper this time and with a little more heat.