Gordon had waited, watched Bard drift back into slumber, although this time it was a healthy sleep and not the frightful mock death of hypothermia. He hesitated, knowing Brad needed both the sleeping bags to protect him in his current fragile state, knowing that even more warmth would help…and yet not trusting himself. Being so close yet keeping his hunger in check would be the hardest battle he’d ever fought. Could he do it?
With a slow, exhaled breath, he peeled off his outer suit, but kept the liner on when he turned the heaters down a couple of notches and slid back into the combined bags. Bard made a slight sound and turned onto his side, edging closer to Gordon once he settled into place.
::Gawd, Bard. You’re killing me. Do you have any idea what a struggle I’m going through here?
