Chapter 5He didn’t remember waking up again after that until it was light. He could see his bedside clock and it was just after seven, about the time he usually surfaced if he hadn’t had a show the night before. Luke was still in the armchair, hunched on his side, the duvet pulled up to his chest.
Alex took the opportunity to really look at him. In sleep, mouth slightly open, face smushed into the pillowed wing of the chair, his habitual guarded look was absent. Alex didn’t know how he knew it was a guarded look; he just did. His heart gave a throb as devastating as the constant rhythm of his pulsing headache.
Luke was a mystery to him and that was probably why he’d developed this unfortunate fixation. Alex had admitted to himself years ago that he got through life with an easy charm and
