Day 6, Monday
Boyd woke with the sun, to the clunk of a heavy door being shut. Doing his best to maneuver without disturbing Oliver too much, he lifted to one elbow and peered out the window. A truck was stopped in front of them, its driver walking towards the welcome center with his hands tucked in his pockets and a scowl on his face. And while the man walked, another truck pulled off the interstate and began to wind itself down the ramp and towards the truck lot. If the center was open, it was at least seven.
With a sigh Boyd nuzzled Oliver’s cheek with his nose. “Wake up,” he whispered. “We have to get a move on.”
“Not yet,” Oliver groaned and tightened the hold he had on Boyd’s one arm. Boyd had tucked it around Oliver when they’d lain down, and Oliver hadn’t released it since. Not
