It was no way to live, half their interactions in the middle of the night because their schedules were so different. When Colton returned, smelling like grease and fried food, and rolled into bed in the middle of the night, he threw an arm over Ben. He smelled good, safe. He groaned and woke.
“When’s your next day off?” he asked, sounding half asleep.
“In a few days,” Colton said, feeling guilty still he wasn’t able to work his time off instead.
“Maybe we can…go out,” Ben said, dropping off again.
Colton kissed the back of his head.
“Maybe,” he said. “It’s my holiday time. I get four days.” Whether they had enough money to go out to eat or see a movie was another matter entirely. Of course, maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe if it made them feel close again, after everything, it was worth
