Chapter 4Taylor almost fell asleep. While he was waiting for Bobby to return with his cigarettes, he almost closed his eyes, and let the warm exhaustion take him. The bed was as comfortable as a hotel bed could be, and the air conditioner hummed beneath the window, generating just enough cold air to soothe his flushed skin. His mouth was dry, but when Bobby returned, he might have a soda with him.
When Bobby returned.
Bobby was going to return. And crawl into bed with him. And wrap his thick arms around him to pull him against his solid chest. Bobby liked to talk. While Taylor smoked his cigarette, Bobby would chat about this, that, or the other damned thing. Taylor would let him, too. Because he liked it, a little bit, when Bobby chatted about whatever damned thing that came to his head
