“Wake up, Joel.”
Light. Harsh, bright. It streamed through the windows as Bryce opened the drapes. Joel groaned and pulled the sheet over his head, wanting to hide a little longer.
“Come on. We’ve got things to do today.” The voice was insistent. Demanding.
It was Bryce again. Last night wasn’t a dream.
“Hey!” Joel grabbed but failed to catch the covers when Bryce dragged them to the foot of the bed. His uncoordinated movement left him as exposed physically as he had been emotionally the night before. “What’s your problem?” Joel cringed at the whine in his own voice, and he stuck his head under his pillow, anything to stop the spinning. God, his head hurt.
A hard slap stung his bare ass and Joel sat up quickly. Too quickly. “Oh, shit.” Joel leaned back against the headboard as everyth
