He'd been called 'amazing' before. 'Brilliant,' 'wonderful,' 'a sex god.' People said a lot of things in the throes of ecstasy. But never had it felt like it meant anything until Junior said it just then. Ash observed in himself a feeling he didn't know how to qualify, had no reference point for, couldn't neatly categorize and file away. It was like a buzzing sensation of processing too much data too fast, without the fear of system failure.

His hands slid as he angled forward, moving from Junior's chest to his shoulders. "Kiss me," he offered. Command or request, he wasn't sure.