Chapter 11
Lucas woke with a mouth like the Sahara and a bladder ready to explode, but as he moved to roll off the bed to stumble blindly for the bathroom, the warm, naked body of his marvelous date stopped him. Ian had turned onto his stomach in his sleep, and had managed to snare one of the pillows to bury his head beneath. The finely arced curvature of his ass merged with the solid line of his spine, still straight even in slumber. Tiny dimples at the top of the taut flesh tried to lure Lucas into touching, but for now, he simply smiled at the memory of an amazing night and rolled in the opposite direction.
He winced at the harsh bathroom light, keeping his head low, his eyes slitted, as he relieved himself. Though he felt better when he was done, it took brushing his teeth and dunkin
