Chapter 3With a soft moan, Jonty tried to move and get back into the amazing dream where Milo was holding him in his arms, proclaiming his love. Then he realised that his mattress was hairy, and when he caught a glimpse of a dark n****e peeking out of that hair, he fully opened his eyes.
“‘S alright.” Milo slurred the words into one, his grip tightening. “Comfy. Stay still. Too early.”
Although Jonty knew he should try and move, Milo was settled, and being in his friend’s arms, was a dream come true for him. The couch began a gentle rocking motion and Jonty smiled against Milo’s chest. You’re an incorrigible romantic, House. But Milo looks for love elsewhere and I won’t jeopardise what I have with him. Closing his eyes, Jonty drifted back to sleep.
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It felt as if he’d only just
