Chapter 8: Breakfast with FriendsIn the morning Leo woke to the science-fiction twinkle of his alarm, appreciated how toasty his toes felt in Colby’s fuzzy socks, and almost immediately got into an argument with the man he loved. Sam said, “I’m not leaving you alone, and you need to rest.”
“I have an allergy, not incapacitating nineteenth-century consumption.” He was sitting on the side of the bed, because he’d got up to brush his teeth and consider getting dressed; that’d been the point at which Sam had tried to make him go back and lie down. “And we both have work to do.”
“Colby and Jason will understand.” Sam’s jaw set, a boulder, immutable. “You’re more important.”
“I’m extremely important, but Colby actually asked you for something—for sexy photographs!—and you absolutely have to d
