Chapter 16Devante knew even before he opened his eyes that he’d slept well, and that today was going to be a good day.
He was warm, tucked into an unfamiliar bed, with a heavy weight thrown over his waist that he drowsily realized was Michael’s arm. Michael’s hand was playing across his torso, tracing shapes in his undershirt or brushing along the back of his hand.
Devante sleepily slipped his hand around Michael’s and brought it to his mouth for a kiss, then, with a deep sigh, rolled over to face him. Michael was propped up on one elbow, hair mussed from sleep. For all they’d had s*x the night before, mind-blowing s*x, the smile he gave Devante was tentative and shy. “Morning,” he said, voice a little sleep-rough. “Any regrets?”
“None,” Devante said instantly, shaking his head. He took
