Chapter 15
Before Remy opened his eyes, he knew it was early—too early. The fire had burned down during the night and the parts of his body not covered by the blanket were cold. The tip of his nose was numb. He burrowed down into the warmth of the covers and snuggled closer to the nearest body. Even half-asleep, he recognized his lover’s familiar smell and feel, and he pressed his nose to the tender skin beneath Lane’s chin to try to warm it up.
The chilly tip stirred Lane, who murmured in sleep and wrapped his arms around Remy. But Remy was already awake—the more he tried to go back to sleep, the wider awake he was. The wood floor was hard beneath his body, making his hips and shoulders ache. He wanted to be back in bed but wasn’t. Why…?
Then he remembered the power going out, and Brad
