Chapter Nine
DYLAN WOKE HOURS LATER, still in Zach’s bed, his head throbbing with the beat of his heart.
“Crap...” He stretched his arms above his head and forced his eyes open. He winced and squeezed his eyes shut again. It was too bright.
He blinked a few times, sat up slowly and had a proper look around his lover’s huge bedroom.
The last time he was here he hadn’t been paying much attention to the furniture. He’d barely come before he was racing out the door again, though he remembered the amazing kitchen. The white and black tiles, the glistening marble counters, the high-end appliances and stainless steel fridge. How could he forget that?
He rolled out of bed, groaning as his belly lurched and his head swam.
“Too much f*****g bourbon...” He held his head with his palms and press
