Chapter 3
Billy woke to rather loud snoring and for a moment he nearly forgot he was in Mitch Crestfield’s bed. But not really. That was something he couldn’t really forget. That had been the problem, though, hadn’t it?
He leaned up on his elbow and stared down at the sleeping man. They’d never turned off the bedroom light when they’d fallen asleep, so he could see Mitch in all his vulnerability. His full lips were slightly parted, his cheeks still a little pinked, his dark hair adorably mussed. Billy’s heart squeezed. He should get up, dress, and go. Before the awkward talk.
Mitch’s eyes fluttered open, their blueness so intense Billy’s breath caught in his throat. “Hey.”
He forced a smile. “Hey yourself. I was just getting up to go.”
“Again?”
Billy blinked. “What?”
Mitch shook his
