Chapter 8Ciaran
Ciaran looked at Cove, intrigued. Their eyes met. Ciaran held the pajamas he so disliked in his hands. There was a fear of his mother hearing this conversation that Ciaran could not shake. He did what he was never meant to do. He removed his necklace and stripped Cove of his. He opened the dresser, wrapped them in a shirt, and closed the drawer.
“You haven’t slept with me all week,” Ciaran pointed out, his voice hurt.
“I didn’t want the Kalani and Kwan to see us sleeping together. For some reason, that felt awkward. I wanted our first night sleeping together to be special,” Cove explained, biting his lip.
There was a pause as Ciaran thought. Ciaran’s body relaxed. Cove fidgeted, his foot tapping.
“Okay. Let’s share the bed,” Ciaran agreed, opening the door to the bathr
