“Well, good morning to you, too.”
With a languid stretch, Ian folded his arms behind his head and met Dean’s level gaze with what he hoped was an aloof expression. Blood rushed in his ears at the few moments he’d managed to hold Corey in his arms, and the memory of Corey’s lips made his skin tingle for more. It still excited him to wake beside his friend—his lover—and he was determined not to let anything spoil the pleasure lingering in the air.
Not even Dean.
At the foot of the bed now, Dean waited for an explanation Ian didn’t feel he had to give. Behind their manager, Corey watched Ian a slight pout on his face. It was obvious he wanted Dean to leave so they could get back to where they’d been two seconds before the door had opened.
But Ian saw the suspicion in Dean’s gaze. He’d kn
