Billy took everything Goodnight gave. He lingered a moment, until Goodnight began to soften in his mouth, and then he eased back. He didn't make any conscious effort to dislodge Goodnight's touch. He was so hard he couldn't think straight.

Gently, he righted Goodnight's clothes. There was no evidence of what they'd just done, like that, except for the streak still on his cheek. But that was Billy's problem to deal with, and not Goodnight's.

He eased away from the touch, too warm, too tempting, to be anything but consolation.