“I love that you have hair,” he whispered, and Lawrence realised he was rubbing his nipples against it.
He paused and looked down, moved a lock of hair from Lawrence’s forehead, and kissed his nose.
“Kiss me, Lawrence. Kiss me like you will never let me go.”
Lawrence’s chin quirked and he fought to bring himself under control. “I will never let you go,” he choked.
“Lawrence,” Christy whispered.
“Christy,” Lawrence said. It was the first time he had said it out loud.