Chapter 21: Hens and Good Morning KissesMay
Zachary woke to twittering birds and a crick in his neck. The morning light spilled in through the windows, but mercifully, it stayed away from them. John’s deep breaths told him he was still sleeping, but Zachary’s bladder didn’t much care.
“John.” He gently shook John’s shoulder. When he didn’t stir, Zachary tried to climb out from under him—not an easy feat.
“Sorry, sorry.” John scrambled away, wide-eyed as his long blond hair fell in a tangled mess.
“It’s okay, just need to use the bathroom.”
John nodded, though Zachary doubted he was really awake.
The bathroom was small, and apart from a new lamp fixture, John hadn’t changed anything since Harold had lived there. Zachary took the opportunity to wash up a little and steal some toothpast
