Chapter 19
Morning comes way too early. Alan would like to go back to sleep, but he’s usually up shortly after the sun rises and his body sticks to routine, no matter how late it was when he went to sleep the night before. So he lingers in bed, one arm thrown over his face to block out the sunlight filtering through the curtains, and replays the evening he spent with Jim. It almost seems like a dream—maybe they only went to dinner and the opera, and afterwards Alan dropped him off and came home alone. Maybe he imagined the kisses, and the touches, and the s*x.
But when he tries to get up, muscles in his hips he didn’t even know he had protest. “Christ,” he moans, easing his legs over the side of the bed. “I got news for you, Jimbo. I’m on top from now on.” He might not need Viagra yet, b
