Chapter 9: Day 16Day sixteen. Or day one. Depending on how Jason counted.
He stared at the bed. He stared at Colby, who was already in the bed. Every word in the world, scripted or otherwise, ran and hid. Rain streamed along old glass windowpanes and clamored over cobbled streets, carrying rumor, discussion, commentary.
Colby was at the moment being smothered by sheets and blankets, no real skin showing: on his stomach but up on elbows and checking email on his incongruously twenty-first-century phone. He’d been ready first; Jason’s hair had been uncooperative. They’d both been fully dressed, then.
This one wasn’t even a full-on s*x scene. The aftermath of s*x, and the implied tumble into a second round; but not more than that. Not yet.
But they’d both be near-naked. Not completely, bu
