Connection
Aron set the candles carefully in a circle on the floor, taking his time to ensure they were placed correctly, but also putting off the moment when he would have to sit down and touch Kiran. Finally, the candles were placed and there was nothing left to do but face it.
Kiran was already sitting cross legged in the middle of the circle, candlelight flickering over his flawless dark skin and reflecting off of his shimmering black hair. Aron sat facing him, their knees nearly touching. He tried not to look at Kiran, but his gaze kept coming back to Kiran’s incredible beauty, like a moth drawn to a flame.
“Ready?” Kiran asked, lifting his hands before himself, palms forward.
Aron sighed. “Let’s get this over with then.” He lifted his own hands and laid his palms against Kiran’s. As their skin touched, a jolt of something like electricity went through Aron’s body, chased by heat that filled his veins and washed across his skin. He nearly jerked back, but gritted his teeth and curled his lip, forcing himself to keep still. He had expected something like this, a more intense version of the reaction his body always had to Kiran.
Then the connection caught and power rushed in. Like two rivers joining, their magic flowed together. While Aron’s was a gentle stream, Kiran’s was a torrent. Power like Aron had never imagined rushed through him, setting all his…
