“Don’t I always?” Nick grinned, nuzzling his cheek against Todd’s palm, stroking the back of Todd’s thigh.
“Hmm…when it counts.” Todd stepped away and took hold of Nick’s arm, fingers curling around Nick’s biceps and urging him to his feet. “I’ve been making something for us.” Nick trailed behind him the few feet to the workbench. “I still have to put some finish on it, but it’s otherwise done. We can haul it back and finish putting it together in a couple of days.”
Nick’s gaze went from the side planks leaning along the bench, to the headboard with the carving of Nick’s brand, to the round finials on each corner. He reached out, skimming his fingertips over the smooth, polished wood in much the same way he’d done to the woodwork of the room Todd had made for him in their apartment in Ne
