Hardy stirs awake. The first thing he becomes aware of is a mass by his side, dipping down into the mattress. He turns around, confused, not knowing who is sharing the bed with him. No one ever sleeps over at Hardy’s house, especially not with him. His eyes land on a naked, brunet body, curled up and deep asleep.
Oh. Luke.
Hardy sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Luke snores softly next to him, looking peaceful and angelic. Hardy got carried away last night, seeing such a beautiful boy asleep in his bed, the utmost act of trust. He didn’t have the heart to wake Luke up and shoo him from his house, not when sensory deprivation can be quite taxing.
Hardy did the same thing he did back on their first night together. He allowed Luke to sleep over, using the same false excuses. Luke h
