Chapter 9
The sweat he’d generated already cooled, leaving Jay wanting nothing more than to slip under the covers. He didn’t move, afraid to break some unspoken spell. Even when Dean rolled from the bed, the magic of one incredible moment remained his to savour. Until Dean returned, Jay could pretend all was right with the world. Jay had expected Dean to take his clothes to the bathroom with him, but there they were—on the chair by the bedroom door. When Dean reappeared, would he throw on his garments, leave without a word? Would he say this shouldn’t have happened? Would he crawl back on the bed?
The flush of the toilet fractured Jay’s calm. Water ran into the bathroom sink, and seconds later Dean emerged. When he marched over to the bed, surprise followed on the heels of alarm as Dean
