Krem stilled for a moment and contemplated the requests. Not because he didn't want to, but because Noah was still so gentle, so kind, almost uncertain. He ran his fingers slowly up the back of Noah's neck and through his hair, and then brought his hands down to his shirt. He arched his back and pulled the shirt off, tossing it off into the darkness, and then laid there in his shorts beneath Noah for a moment.

"Well," he said, breathless and soft and husky with sleep and arousal. "There I am."