Chapter 9Anson woke up, and he glanced around the room. The lights were off, but it wasn’t completely dark. It took him a few seconds to figure out that he was lying sideways on the couch in the living room of his apartment, and he wasn’t alone on it. His head was resting on top of somebody’s arm while his face was pressed against someone’s bare, muscular chest. He didn’t have to peek at the person’s face to know that it must be Peter. He was familiar with the scent that he was breathing in. It was a mixture of something woodsy and earthy, which he assumed must be Peter’s favorite cologne or something, along with a hint of the man’s natural musk. The combination was heady. Totally intoxicating. More than a little bit arousing. Anson attempted to get up, but he failed because Peter was hugg
