Chapter 5: Day 22, or the Worst Day of Jason’s LifeColby woke to the demanding ring of his mobile phone and the thunderous riot of the storm outside and the shield-wall heat of Jason wrapped around him; bewildered by the collision of sensory input, he struggled out of snug dreams and forgot to move. He’d been warm.
He’d been warm literally and metaphorically. He felt Jason’s solidity, big and male and deliciously naked; he thought, champagne bubbling up in his veins with the thought, I love you. I love you, Jason—
He could’ve laughed. He could’ve written a romance. A love confession. Vows.
He’d been here for Jason. He’d held Jason through the shakiness of yesterday’s scene; he’d done something good and right for the man he loved. The man he adored, with that giant heart worn so openly,
