The rustling sound of a sheet filtered into Alex’s mind and he jerked awake. He sat up and realized he’d gone to sleep still naked. Only now there was a silky coverlet wrapped around his body from the waist down. Alex turned his head to find Nathan sitting at the desk. No, Alex begged silently. Don’t act nice. Don’t tuck me in. Don’t act like you regret what you did. Alex couldn’t allow himself to realize he’d become a victim of domestic abuse. He was not that weak.
Maybe Nathan hadn’t covered him to be nice. Maybe he’d just been disgusted at the sight of a splayed open Alex. He might as well have swathed Alex in used papers. Nathan wasn’t even looking at Alex. He seemed to be busy with something that he kept turning over and over in his hands.
Alex frowned. Whatever was in Nathan’s hand
