Chapter 4
Jag was draped over Brace’s back, silently tracing patterns across his shoulder, and Brace tried not to dwell on the fact that he could get used to that sort of attention. Neither spoke, but Brace didn’t feel like he needed to say anything. They still had three hours, and Brace was determined to enjoy the quiet minutes together as much as he enjoyed everything else.
But it didn’t take much effort to enjoy it. Especially when he started listening to the rhythm of Jag’s breathing and felt himself falling into the same rhythm. There had been so many long nights when he had just wished for somebody to hold. His eyes were heavy, but he refused to let himself sleep. There would be plenty of time to sleep after midnight, regardless of Jag’s decision.
Now that they had spent twenty-on
