Chapter 2: Day 27Colby woke to English-morning autumnal glimmer, and uncoordinated kisses nuzzled into his hair, and Jason’s body shifting against his, and Jason’s arousal blatantly pushing against his stomach. He could, he concluded, grow used to this.
They’d shifted positions somewhat overnight: still twined together, but Jason had turned to face him more closely, to pull Colby into those muscular arms and drape a leg over him. Colby had ended up nestled into Jason’s hold, face squished into Jason’s neck and chest; he did not mind, though he suspected that Jason’s half-asleep brain thought Colby was shorter than he in fact was. If he lifted his head too fast he’d smack Jason’s chin, and his toes had somehow emerged from the sheet.
He loved every bit of it. He could stay here forever. F
