Chapter 16
A couple days later, in a different city, Corey lay in the silent darkness of his hotel room, ears still ringing from the din of the crowd at that night’s show. The screams of fans echoed through his mind like the incoming tide. It was a little before midnight, and he lay on his stomach on the cool comforter of the bed, staring at the wall. He wore just a pair of boxers that clung to his body, still damp from the shower, and wondered where Ian was.
It had been four days since their first kiss, and Corey’s lips still tingled with the soft feel of his friend’s mouth, the tender kisses they had shared the past few nights, the quick pecks they managed to steal when the others weren’t around. His arms, now curled beneath his chest, ached to hold Ian again; his hands wanted to touch
