Chapter 25
“How could I forget to close the curtains?” Parrish grumbled against the shoulder that pillowed his head. He’d been having the best dream, and the damned morning sun hitting him right in the eye jolted him out of it.
“You had other things on your mind,” Ransom’s sleep-roughened voice murmured in his ear.
“I did?” Abruptly awake, he bolted upright, almost clipping his lover in the jaw. “I did! Oh, my God, Ransom! I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.” There was satisfaction in his voice. “I’m not a proponent of pain, Parrish. Do you think I wouldn’t have said anything if you had?”
“You should have told me you’d never—”
“I knew I could trust you.”
“You still should have told me before you put the condom on me,” Parrish muttered as he settled back down against him and closed his eyes. He
