Aug 11, 2024
He was smiling, and my own lips curved in response. I was so glad his eyes were closed, and even more glad there wasn’t a mirror to show me how fond and stupid I must’ve looked. It had to be pheromones. Hormones. Whatever-mones. Something other than the helpless welling of affection that had spilled over into my expression. —Eliot Grayson/Captive Mate