Chapter 12
Even though his bladder was telling him it needed to be emptied, John was much too comfortable pressed up against Mitch’s warm, hairy chest to want to move. Mitch was like a huge hot water bottle with muscles.
He’d already known from the evenings they’d spent together that Mitch was a cuddler. Last night, after they’d had s*x—no, made love—Mitch had pulled John to him and had wrapped himself around John so tight John had known there was no escape. But then escape had been the last thing on his mind.
John wondered what time it was. It had to be late morning given the position of the sun streaming through the window. He tried to look around Mitch’s bedroom for a clock without disturbing the still-sleeping giant, who had both arms and one leg wrapped around him.
“Don’t leave,”
