Chapter 8The wick had burned dangerously low, ribbons of gold streaking across the surface of the kerosene. All Levi had to do to prevent it from flickering away and plunging them into darkness was reach out and turn it up, but Seb spooned behind him, a possessive arm around his waist, his chin poking into Levi’s shoulder as he nuzzled into his neck. Levi didn’t want to break the spell. Too much had gone right tonight, and there was no telling when they’d go this right again.
“How come you get your own tent?” His words were slightly slurred, an effect of the sleepiness that had nearly won over his flesh after his release, but he was forcing his eyes to stay open as long as possible, no matter how tired he was. Every minute of this counted. He needed to be able to replay any part of it lat
