Chapter 17
It seems like hours later when Alan opens his eyes, suddenly awake. He’s tangled in bedsheets and the scent of s*x lingers around him. The bedside lamp still throws its golden circle, but beyond it the rest of the room is dark, undefined.
Jim dozes in Alan’s embrace, clinging to him, arms tight around his waist, head buried against his chest. His faint breath stirs the hair on Alan’s chest. As carefully as he can, Alan raises his left arm behind Jim and brings his right arm around so he can press the light button on his watch. He has to crane his neck to see the time over Jim’s disheveled hair.
Then he sits up fast, shocked out of any lingering sleepiness. “f**k! I have to go.”
Jim snuggles into Alan’s lap, arms around his waist now, breath threatening to tickle awake his d*
