9“Wake up,” the voice wafted like smoke into his ear.
“No.” Alexei snuggled back into the warmth encasing him. It seemed so familiar now, and yet it still held a thrill unlike anything he had experienced.
“You said you wanted to watch the sunrise.”
“No . . .” He clung to Dmitri’s bare chest as though somehow, he could melt into him and disappear. “I wanna sleep.”
There was a knock on the door.
“Hey, wake up! If we don’t hurry we’ll miss it,” Adeline’s voice strained in through the door.
“Come on,” Alexei muttered. “The sun rises every damn day. If it doesn’t do it tomorrow, then you can throw me overboard.”
“Maybe I’ll just do that anyway.” Dmitri was trying to pry Alexei off him. “You can’t swim, can you?”
“God, okay . . . okay . . . I’ll get up.” He let go of Dmitri and stretched
