Chapter 13Sullivan felt a little ashamed for sleeping so well. But having Rafe curled around his back for most of the night, a protective arm around his stomach, his sensual mouth pressed to his neck, created the best possible atmosphere, a sanctuary he’d never had before where it was safe to dream and even safer to hope. When the dawn woke him, he couldn’t remember specifics, but the fleeting images from sleep suffused him with warmth, leaving him both languid and ready to fight whatever the day might bring.
Rafe had shifted at some point, rolling over to face the wall. Sullivan didn’t remember doing it, but he’d mirrored the pose, too, as if not touching Rafe was intolerable. Now, he gently eased away, careful not to disturb Rafe’s slow, deep breaths, or jar him into waking before he wa
