Josh wakes slowly, trying to shake away the
remnants of sleep and drink that cling to him like gossamer. Before
he even opens his eyes, he feels the dull ache behind them and
wishes he’d stopped at one bottle of wine after dinner. Even the
pale gray light of dawn as seen through his closed eyelids hurts
his brain.
Then he opens his eyes and finds himself
staring into the face of his lover.
Ex… He groans as he pushes that
thought away. “DeMar?”
He distinctly remembers the two of them
parting ways the night before. DeMar slept in the guest room,
right? Not in his bed. Shifting his legs, Josh hears the sough of
skin on skin but doesn’t feel DeMar beneath the covers. Rubbing his
eyes with the heels of his hands, he mutters, “Jesus. What are you
doing here?”
DeMar grins. He’s st
