A week later, Josh lies in bed, listening to the soft, gentle murmurs of Eddie breathing next to him.
Josh’s eyes roam the length of Eddie’s lean strong body. To repress the rapid-fire pulsating between his legs, he focuses on the birdsong outside his bedroom window. Through the drawn drapes he can hear a cardinal’s cheerful whistle in a neighboring tree. Josh closes his eyes.
But the humming vibration of Eddie’s intense snoring keeps Josh wide-awake. Unable to pull himself out of bed, transfixed by Eddie’s charming good looks and warm body, Josh turns onto his side, so as not to wake Eddie, his hands slightly bent at an awkward angle under his head. He stares at the side of Eddie’s peaceful face.
“Mmph?” Eddie picks up his head from the pillow. Eyes flutter. He moans. “Josh?”
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