Chapter 12
Bennett, naked and angelic, slept on his side, with Dylan’s hand wrapped under his head. Dylan had no memory of anything after they left Laurie passed out on the couch with a cigarette in her hand and an empty bottle of wine at her feet. He tried to concentrate, but that only hurt his head more, so he figured he should disengage from Bennett. Ever so slowly, he leaned back, his right hand slowly receding from underneath Bennett’s long brown mane.
Dylan slowly slipped out of his bed, keenly aware that the sheets were messed up and drawn over Bennett’s hips. The floorboards creaked, Bennett stirred and Dylan froze, his mind racing. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. Well, what he’d probably done. Were they even safe? He didn’t see a condom anywhere, so he craned his neck to see
