Chapter 7Zen woke at dawn. His back was aching, but birds were tweeting outside the tent, and Fred was sleeping in his arms. The deep breaths were soothing, and Zen wished he could stay there forever, but his bladder had other ideas.
Carefully, he moved his arm, and Fred made a soft sound in his sleep. A quick wrinkle of his nose had Zen grinning. Those blue eyes opened, and Fred looked right at him.
“Are you watching me?” The sleep-graveled voice made Zen want to kiss him more than he normally did.
“Maybe.”
“That’s pretty creepy.” The blush was back and Zen held in his chuckle for a few seconds before letting it out. The result was Fred’s blushing intensifying.
“That’s me, I’m pretty creepy.”
Fred slapped his chest and groaned.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Apart from someone talking non
