Phil was fast asleep when I got out of the shower.
His blonde hair was still wet from his own shower earlier, lips parted as he clung to my pillow, the picture of relaxation—how could he just sleep after all of that?
I felt rejuvenated.
Re-energized.
Maybe I’d literally drained him of his energy while fueling up.
Like a battery, being with him had recharged me.
Still, lying down behind him, stroking his hair, fingers gliding down his neck, running down his one exposed arm, I wondered if he planned on staying for the night.
His mother would notice.
Would she come here looking for him?
Sliding my arm under his head, he whined, then scooted backwards toward me. My other arm went around his waist, pulling him flush to my body as I pressed my face t
