never seen that color blue

As Sam climbed on top of Loren he grinned. At the compliment, he let out a huff of equally embarrassed laughter. Reaching up, he stroked the bookmaker's cheek. "You too." There was a sort of shy but grateful tone in the healer's voice. As the other man bent down for a kiss, the Launceleyn responded eagerly. He propped himself up on his elbows to meet Sam halfway. Loren opened his lips to nip at the bookmaker's lower lip. Then his tongue tangled with the other man's. As the redhead's hand moved down the Launceleyn's body and slipped under his shirt he let out a pleased and needy sound. His own hands sought Sam's hips, dipping under his pants to brush against his skin there. LOREN Not quite an open book