Chapter Fourteen
CHANDLER’S ROUTINE had been completely shot to hell. By all intents and purposes, he should have been having a major meltdown. He didn’t cope with disruptions, unnecessary changes, or anything out of the ordinary when it came to his predictable regimen. And yet, he hadn’t melted down at all. Not one panic attack in the two weeks since Marcus had moved into his home. The dreams and night terrors had also subsided.
Instead, he found himself bubbling with energy and enthusiasm, and most of the time he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He’d smiled and laughed so much his cheeks hurt.
And the s*x! Holy Mother of God, the amazing, mind-blowing s*x! They did it at least a couple times a day. Sometimes just oral. Sometimes just anal. Sometimes anal and oral. Sometimes jacki
