Lucas woke up an hour later still snuggled up to Harper’s fine backside unconsciously rubbing his c**k against it. He could tell Harper was awake when he wriggled against him a little. After a second, Lucas figured out what woke him, Harper was singing. His clean, clear tenor, barely above a whisper, was the most beautiful thing Lucas ever heard. It took time for him to dissect the words and figure out it was Faith Hill’s “Breathe.” Lucas held perfectly still so Harper wouldn’t stop. He didn’t want the magical bubble surrounding them to burst and force them back into the world. After a few seconds, he couldn’t resist kissing the back of Harper’s neck already so close to his lips.
“You’re awake. Sorry. I was listening to your heartbeat and the song came into my head.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’d
