Chapter 55 Need

• Brice sat on a cot in a plastic robe with wet hair and red-rimmed eyes. The man looked exhausted.
• “Clay?” Brice rose, and before Clay could speak, Brice had him up against the hard cement wall of the quarantine room. Hot, firm lips were on his in a second.
• Clay wanted to tell Brice that he’d missed his chance. They were over…. but Clay didn’t say any of that. He kissed Brice with all the lust and need surging inside of him. Nell, he had missed Brice like a drowning man who missed solid land.