"I am not used to wanting." Caleb paused and shook his head slightly. "No, I am not used to having what I want. I am very familiar with wanting things. It's rare I've let myself have them."

He leaned up enough to kiss him gently. Soft and slow. He let himself want and have. It was another step forward, another change that signaled Caleb would be a new, different man. One that would let himself have instead of denying.

"I feel it is time we left the table to settle somewhere more comfortable," he said softly as he drew away. He would let Essek decide if that was the couch or his bedroom.