Devious Touch

A somewhat familiar hand, inked to the knuckles, slides out inch by inch, like a demon crawling out of its lair. He’s not even here tonight, the event too small for him to make the trip back from Rome until his business there is settled. His skin is warm, and the touch is electric, firm yet gentle, just like he is. After endless months of harsh weather and curling up in bed by the fireplace, spring is finally in full bloom.