Neutral Territory

Cas was making sure to leave love marks on Mingan’s neck to show that the pain came from his affection. She had lapsed into silence after they reached their limit and was smiling faintly at his roaming mouth and hands.

They made love in the ungodly hours. Those hours, he found, tended to mess with his brain and haunt his thoughts, which demanded to be addressed. Lips halting in their exploring, Cas murmured, “You can’t run away with me, ...