Early morning sunlight streamed through the windows and dappled across Jamie’s face as Dillon lay propped on his elbow, watching him sleep.
The shower they’d taken together the night before had left Jamie’s skin smelling sweetly of soap and that unmistakable scent that was uniquely Jamie.
Dillon fought the urge to wake him, but it wasn’t easy. Memories of last night kept calling to him. In the afterglow, while he and Jamie were cuddling, Jamie had told Dillon how new it all was for him, how incredible. It was incredible for Dillon, too, but not because it felt new. No.
For Dillon, being inside Jamie again was like coming home from a two-year exile. He hadn’t felt this whole, this complete, since pushing Jamie out of his life. Jamie had been right about Dillon taking the lead this tim
