Tim can barely sleep despite the warm body curled up against him. Shadows of faceless men creep in the dark, threatening to get him or Sean if he dares close his eyes. His father’s words repeat in his head, and he can only pray no one traces them on their way to Sean’s place.
“Stop thinking,” Sean mumbles into his chest.
“Am not,” Tim says.
“Of course not.” Sean pats his face. “Just go to sleep.”
When he’s finally lost to the world, the night passes so quickly Tim feels grumpy when his cell phone rings waking him up.
“Morning,” Brent’s voice greets him.
“Hi, Brent.” He surprises himself again with his casual use of the first name. “Uh, may I call you Brent?”
Brent chuckles lightly. “Sure, if I can call you Tim.”
Tim blushes, glad that Brent can’t see him. “Yeah. Sure you can.”
“Go
