Chapter 3
The next morning Alex woke to find his sheets
twisted around his legs, his body sheathed in sweat.
Half-remembered dreams clouded his mind, tangled memories of red
curls, deep eyes, full, pouting lips. He could still sense Jamie
above him, the powerful muscles in his arms standing out like
cords, cheeks flushed, that hint of a smile back on his face. Even
as he shook himself awake, Alex felt himself drowning in those
lapis eyes, falling and moving against Jamie, holding his breath as
they clung desperately to each other.
Jesus, Alex thought, running an
unsteady hand through his hair. He’s inside me.
When Alex kicked free of the covers, he felt
the wetness at his crotch and grimaced as he stood. His boxers
clung to him, damp, clammy. f**k. When was the last time he
