A passage from my work in progress: Scorched: the final book in my Warring Hearts Trilogy. Coming soon!
Micah rubbed his face and slid his arms around Caleb. “Something’s bothering you?”
“No, honestly I am well.”
Micah kissed the back of Caleb’s neck and rubbed his chest. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I was also checking on Nehemiah.”
“Is he okay?”
“He misses his home. I can sense the sadness and fear in him.”
“I bet you miss your home too.”
“It has been thousands of years for me. It’s been a few months for him. These feelings are all new to him.”
“That’s my point,” Micah said. “You have been in exile for so long. If anyone misses Heaven, it’s you.”
“It’s also an adjustment getting used to a human body.”
“And what a great body you chose.” Micah kissed him on the cheek.
“I didn’t completely choose it. It was a metaphysical metamorphosis that pulled from the memories of my contact with humans and my father’s images of his creations and what I would have looked like if I had been born in this world and …”
“Okay, okay,” Micah chuckled. “I’m too tired for a science lesson or spiritual or whatever it is. I just like the way you turned out. Inside and out.”
Caleb turned onto his side to face Micah. “I like the way you turned out too.”
Micah smiled and leaned in to kiss Caleb.
They folded against one another, kissing deeply, licking each other’s lips. Caleb basked in Micah’s warm body pressing against him. He ran his hand down the length of Micah’s body and caressed the small of his back.
Micah sighed before climbing on top of Caleb and showering him with kisses. Caleb felt Micah’s tongue wash over his neck and dart in and out of his left ear. It sent goose bumps down his arms and legs.