Chapter 27
The first thing Ian became aware of was a sliver of pain like ice piercing his temple, stabbing right behind his eye and twisting into his skull. Note to self: never drink again. He rolled and pulled the blankets up over his head. If you do, kill yourself before you wake up.
In the stillness of the morning he heard a long, shuddery breath, and he opened one eye to see Corey sleeping beside him. Everything came back to Ian in a sudden rush—the show, the party, the drinks…and the drinks, and the drinks. The bathroom, the feel of Corey’s erection in his hand, the taste of Corey on his lips, the breathy moans, the desire, the need, the feeling that he held all he ever wanted in his arms and knowing that Corey wanted him, too.
He said he loved me. Ian ran one finger down the curve
