He pulled me so I stood flush against him, his body heat warming my back. With his arms about my waist, his breathing in my ear, I looked ahead, gaze fixed on the couple at the cross. “You see the way he’s wanking him there?” Master Red asked. “Yes, Sir.” There was nothing hurried about it, but, as before, it wasn’t their act that grabbed my attention. It was their connection. It fascinated me. They were having a silent conversation still, gazes locked, the pair of them a mesmerizing tableau that had me staring so hard I didn’t know if I could ever turn away. “That’s us,” he said. “How we appear to others, except as well as staring, we speak.” “Is it?” I asked, wishing that were the case, then knowing it was but… I wasn’t willing to fully admit it yet. Such an immense thing, a connection like that, one that scared the life out of me because it meant that this was it with me and Master Red. No one else, just the two of us, soul mates, him being the one who had been destined for me all along.
