Chapter 21
The late afternoon sun filtered through the inn’s window, and Tom came awake in increments. “Didn’t you sleep at all?”
“Nah. I was watching you.”
Tom blushed. “Couldn’t you find anything better to do?”
“I like watching you.”
“I can’t imagine why.”
Jack leaned over and kissed him. “Didn’t any of the guys you slept with do that?”
“We didn’t sleep.” His stomach rumbled, and he rubbed his abdomen absently. “Room service or the restaurant?”
“The restaurant. I’m in the mood to show you off.”
Tom flushed, and Jack recognized it not as embarrassment but as lust. Jack rarely became aggressive—partly because of his size, although mostly because he just wasn’t an aggressive kind of guy—but he knew Tom loved it when he did. Just hearing that tone in Jack’s voice was almost enough t
