Chapter 12
The weight on Paul’s back could only be one thing, but Paul refused to open his eyes and verify his suspicion. As soon as he did, he’d have to get out of bed, and at that moment, he was just too comfortable. He had huge, south-facing windows, and he didn’t feel any heat from the morning sun on his face. That meant it was early. Still early enough to fix this mess? Somehow? Only if he opened his eyes and dealt with the fact that the weight on his back was Jack’s sleeping form.
Paul was a little sore from the night before. He had f****d Jack twice after dinner—though the second time, Jack did all the work, riding him until they were both lathered in sweat. They had danced, too. Though it hadn’t been for the movie. It hadn’t been structured. Once again, there hadn’t been music. I
