His eyes said, Do you really want to call me Jericho?
I thought about it a minute and was rather startled to realize I didn't. Jericho was...intimate. Jericho and Mac were a completely different entity than Ms. Lane and Barrons. They existed in a different place. A freer environ, a sacred one. And I liked that difference. I nodded, smiling faintly. His dark dyes gleamed with something appreciative, and I practically preened.
You continue to evolve, his eyes said. Keep fucking me instead of worrying.
~ Karen Marie Moning, Feverborn