Salvar's eyes fluttered, taken aback by the sudden physical contact. His first instinct in a situation like this was always to push away, to create distance, to protect himself.
But strangely, today was entirely different.
His lips parted, inviting Silas in, and his hands found their way into Silas's hair. The strands were silky smooth, slipping between his fingers as he pulled and released them in a rhythm that matched his own heartbeat. His feet rose to tiptoes, trying to match the height of the man before him, and his body leaned toward Silas like a magnet pulling toward its other half. His nose brushed aggressively against Silas's cheek, breathing him in. There was no hesitation now, no calculation. Just the raw, undeniable pull of something he had been fighting for far too long.
