Chapter 13
Staring up at the shadows on the cabin ceiling, Kevin didn’t know what to do. He’d been told by a rather sullen Joey he had to sleep in the top bunk. Masking his fear and sense of rejection, he’d climbed the ladder and tried to sleep, but not surprisingly he’d remained wide awake. The constant rolling of the ferry as it plied its way across the North Sea did little to calm his already frayed nerves.
Kevin had lain for a couple of hours listening to his lover toss and turn on the bottom bunk, the bed letting out a creak of protest each time Joey moved. Much to Kevin’s distress, he could hear the occasional sigh from his man as he also lay awake. It wasn’t normal for Joey not to be able to sleep, but then nothing had been normal that afternoon. Kevin castigated himself yet agai
