Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! The staccato sounds of Trent’s alarm clock awakened him. He reached out and silenced it, then turned onto his back. He was fully aroused, his heart pounding, disappointment flooding him. Fuckin’ alarm! Why now!
Trent took a deep breath and, closing his eyes, strove to recreate the moment just before the abhorrent alarm had intruded on his dream. The man was so familiar. However, his identity was just out of Trent’s reach. Trent was sure it was someone he knew and knew well—someone he loved. However, whomever he was, Trent’s mind refused to divulge his identity.
Holding the image of the man’s face before him, Trent went over the dream in his mind. They had kissed. He’d led Trent to the bed. Trent tried to conjure what was to happen next—to feel the man’s arms around him,
