Every fuckin' inch, milyy. Every fuckin' inch. My gorgeous little slut, just look at you, more goddamn beautiful than falling stars. So fuckin' beautiful I wanna give you a scar that stays...

[ He stared down at Julian's body with open and obvious appreciation, smoothed his hands up from Julian's abdomen toward his shoulders. Cain's eyes followed the path of his hands, which flowed like shadows up the other man's body. ]

The gloves. Take them off, too.