Chapter XII
THE ARRIVAL
SKY WAS PROPPED AGAINST his pillows, a slow smile curving his lips. He was too excited to sleep, but he didn’t want to fidget for fear of waking Storm. The poor man needed some rest. He’d put up a valiant fight, trying to stay awake through the aromatic bath. Then he’d tried to resist Sky’s slow massage, and he’d succeeded for longer than Sky had given him credit for. Half an hour later, Storm had fallen into a deep sleep. The more he rested, the more relaxed he became.
Sky had been watching him, noticing every time Storm’s face relaxed more. Less of a frown, less of a tight set to his jaw, and finally, his usual way of sleeping, half naked, with the covers barely covering his ass, splayed on his belly and taking up most of the bed. It was as if the pressure was
