No wonder he’d felt such an affinity for the large threll he’d befriended at The Pit. He’d been with Tarn all along. The bitterness of Tarn’s deceit had since faded. No matter how much he disliked the lies, Zachem understood why Tarn hadn’t confessed the truth from the beginning. For the same reason he hadn’t confessed to his own background. There was danger in truth, which led him back to the topic that weighed heavily on his mind. His future. Tarn had all but stamped a possessive ‘mine’ on his forehead. Since their bonding two days ago, he’d been super attentive, yet refrained from any more sexual overtures, though Zachem knew Tarn wanted him. Confusing, and not a little off-putting, Tarn’s concern made Zachem feel treasured, and he liked the feeling a little too much. He didn’t want to grow accustomed to such care, only to have it ripped away when Tarn returned home. “We’ll walk until dark, a few more hours at most.
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