Tarn's whole body tightens as Wash’s hand slips over his waist. His body is far more sensitive than he cares to admit and the light touch earns a twitch. Tarn's hand comes up to cover Wash’s as he goes for the stunner, sharp nails brushing the back of his hand.

He won’t give up his stunner. Not when there are so many unanswered variables.

“That’s a shame, but you don’t have much of a choice in the matter." Tarn isn't going to budge.