Chapter 11Devin woke with a start, then he pushed at whoever was touching him. A strong, large hand moved up and down his back. Panic threatened to blind him, and he brought his elbow up to ram into the person.
“Shh…”
Devin froze. Mars. He looked around. The room was dark, the soft glow of the lamps on the driveway only illuminating the window frames, not much else.
“I didn’t know when you wanted to get up, but it’s six o’clock. Hanna will want breakfast soon.”
“Fuck.”
“No time, I’m afraid.” Mars caressed his shoulder, and Devin slapped his hand away for good measure.
“I didn’t mean…”
Mars chuckled.
“Oh God, you’re in a good mood in the morning? That’s just wrong, man.” Though it made Devin smile. He’d slept. For hours. He could kiss Mars for staying with him, though morning breath
