Chapter 13
As Corey woke, remnants of half-forgotten dreams faded on the gray dawn screen of his mind. Before he even opened his eyes, he heard the steady tick of a clock, counting away minutes until the alarm would ring and shatter the lazy cocoon surrounding him.
Them.
This was Ian’s room, he reminded himself. He was in Ian’s bed. He felt safe and comfortable and…
And free. For the first time in forever, I feel like there’s nothing wrong in the world, nothing pressing in on me, nothing dragging me down. He felt as he used to long ago, when he was a little boy of eight or nine, waking on a Saturday with no school, no homework, and nothing but the promise of the new day ahead.
Stretching, he felt Ian’s warm body curve into his, strong arms slip around his waist, and he loved the sensa
