Chapter 7In the otherwise silent hotel room, the sound of sliding patio furniture woke Aaron immediately, and he opened his eyes to darkness. The silk sheets underneath him felt like water; he slipped off them like a leaf being swept downstream. He looked back at the bed, searching out Dante’s face. Softened by sleep, Dante appeared peaceful, sweet, even. Aaron looked through the doorway, telling himself he hadn’t heard a damn thing and he should just climb back into bed with the beautiful man with the perfect body, then decided to use the bathroom first. After all, he was already up.
He walked into the living area of the suite, marveling at the atmosphere of the room at night. The furniture, polished into brilliance and casting back the light of the moon, glowed like it was radioactive.
