Chapter 19It was getting old, this habit of finding himself before the hole in the floor. He stood there in his boxers, feet bare, as if plucked from his warm bed by invisible hands. He took a step back, feeling the familiar chill of the tile under his feet. He did everything in his power to avoid looking at the shadows across the way, wanting to close his eyes, click his heels together and wish he was back home in bed with Nikolai. Wesley hugged himself, centering his mind on the love they shared mere hours—or was it minutes, seconds—ago. The way Nikolai touched him…
There was a flutter in Westley’s stomach.
“I want to be back home,” he muttered, pulling further away from the hole. “I need to wake up. Open your eyes, dufus. Wake up, wake up, wake up.” As he uttered the phrase, he contin
