“I’ll get some water and a bowl for him to use in case he gets sick.” Martin hovered in the doorway, a shadow against the darkened hallway. “Don’t worry, Paul. I’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about him.”
“Thanks. I…I know you will.” Martin disappeared and Paul turned back to Jack’s sprawled figure. With a soft sigh, he began untying his shoes. Jack didn’t even move as Paul removed his shoes, and then his socks. “You still awake?”
“‘Course not. You only ever touch me like this when I’m dreaming.”
“You dream about me taking off your shoes? Do you have a thing for feet?”
“No, just getting naked with you, you git.” He sighed, his arm flopping out to the side. He missed touching Paul by inches, though with the flex of his fingers back and forth, Paul wasn’t so sure Jack realized he h
