Chapter 12
David woke early and buried his nose in the softness of Jeremy’s hair. What the hell was he going to do with him? He needed to make sure he was set up and out of harm’s way. He knew he had a protective streak, but this, for some reason, was driving him surprisingly hard. He could only presume it was because when it came down to it, Jeremy was in such a mess because of what he had done. Guilt was a powerful motivator.
Jeremy sighed and turned, then burrowed into his chest. David stroked his head. He needed to learn a trade. Needed to be able to take care of himself. Tailoring would be a good option. It was something he could set up easily and then his conscience would be salved, and he could get on with his life.
Jeremy fidgeted, and then pushed back, blinking sleepily.
“Morn
