He understood Colby not opting to join him in the shower. Not much of a shower, anyway; no time for gentle cleansing caresses. And Colby might need a minute of breathing room; those big blue eyes appeared to be handling the morning fine, but that didn’t mean space wouldn’t be appreciated.
But Colby had wanted to stay, not leave.
He muffled his astonished laugh in the towel. The towel collected the sound for him, a friend sharing the emotion.
He bounced out of the bathroom to discover Colby mostly back under sheets and blankets, eyes closed; those aristocratic waves of dark hair fanned romantically across a pillow, and that talented mouth curved in a hint of a smile. The cool misty morning met lamplight and mingled over his bare shoulder and the one visible arm.
He had, in the five minu
