FROM THEDA: AA sales and TOUCH LIKE BREATHING - tentative title to follow-up
After Anna is #2 on eXtasy books bestseller list for March:)
Tiny tiny teaser, unedited, for AA's follow-up (tentative title: Touch Like Breathing):
The tree trunks curved away from the ground, black and knobby, and the fog crouched and curled over the wet green blur of leaves above. The light streamed down through the fog in shrouded lines of white clarity, and the air was cool and sweet.
“Will!” Tyler shouted, the sound deadened by the moisture-laden air. Leaves slipped and slid beneath his feet. What the fuck was Will doing out here? He kept calling, walking beneath the trees, but no one answered.
In the end, he found him through sheer luck, nearly walking right past him. Will’s long legs were stretched out over the ground, his back against a tree, hair glowing in the bright soft light. He looked down at his hands in his lap. Something about his posture made Tyler grow still.
“Will?” he asked, his voice soft. “Are you okay?”
Will looked up and Tyler’s stomach dropped. He looked so damned tired. “I’m good, Ty. Always good.”
Tyler crouched down beside him. “Always good. Yeah.” He lowered himself and sat beside Will and then grimaced. “Jesus. Coulda told me the ground’s wet.” Will didn’t answer, just looked back down again. Tyler sat and listened to the birds calling. “Sounds lonesome,” he said, finally.
“Yeah. They do.” Will’s voice was soft.
Tyler lowered a hand to Will’s thigh. Will jerked, and Tyler raised his hand like he’d been scalded, then made an impatient sound and lowered his hand again. He didn’t move it, just held him there, feeling Will’s heat through his jeans. Tyler closed his eyes.
“Do you know how good that feels?” Will said, low.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do,” Tyler said and started a slow rub on his thigh, unthinking. Then he froze. He opened his eyes.
Will’s hand lowered onto his, crushing Tyler’s fingers tightly beneath his own. Neither of them moved.
Tiny tiny teaser, unedited, for AA's follow-up (tentative title: Touch Like Breathing):
The tree trunks curved away from the ground, black and knobby, and the fog crouched and curled over the wet green blur of leaves above. The light streamed down through the fog in shrouded lines of white clarity, and the air was cool and sweet.
“Will!” Tyler shouted, the sound deadened by the moisture-laden air. Leaves slipped and slid beneath his feet. What the fuck was Will doing out here? He kept calling, walking beneath the trees, but no one answered.
In the end, he found him through sheer luck, nearly walking right past him. Will’s long legs were stretched out over the ground, his back against a tree, hair glowing in the bright soft light. He looked down at his hands in his lap. Something about his posture made Tyler grow still.
“Will?” he asked, his voice soft. “Are you okay?”
Will looked up and Tyler’s stomach dropped. He looked so damned tired. “I’m good, Ty. Always good.”
Tyler crouched down beside him. “Always good. Yeah.” He lowered himself and sat beside Will and then grimaced. “Jesus. Coulda told me the ground’s wet.” Will didn’t answer, just looked back down again. Tyler sat and listened to the birds calling. “Sounds lonesome,” he said, finally.
“Yeah. They do.” Will’s voice was soft.
Tyler lowered a hand to Will’s thigh. Will jerked, and Tyler raised his hand like he’d been scalded, then made an impatient sound and lowered his hand again. He didn’t move it, just held him there, feeling Will’s heat through his jeans. Tyler closed his eyes.
“Do you know how good that feels?” Will said, low.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do,” Tyler said and started a slow rub on his thigh, unthinking. Then he froze. He opened his eyes.
Will’s hand lowered onto his, crushing Tyler’s fingers tightly beneath his own. Neither of them moved.