Chapter 12
Lance
When morning arrived, Lance’s eyelids were slow to open. He was surrounded by heat and a rumbling that reverberated through him, lulling him into contentment. Wade’s arm was wrapped around Lance’s waist, and his back pressed tightly against Wade’s chest. The man’s breath came out in small puffs of warm air, gliding across the back of Lance’s neck.
Lance shifted a little, stretching his muscles as best he could without jostling Wade. He could definitely get used to waking up this way. His eyes closed as he snuggled even closer, pulling the warm thick blanket higher to cover their shoulders. He didn’t want to get up yet, not when he could stay wrapped in Wade’s arms.
As the memory of the prior night flooded him, his pulse picked up and anxiety began to work its way throu
