Chapter 8
Bryn
Ellis was beautiful when he slept. Bryn sat next to Ellis in bed, his knees tucked up to his chin, and he stared at the rise and fall of Ellis’s torso. Ellis was on his belly, arm dangling over the side of the bed, legs akimbo, and pillow shoved up to the headboard so his cheek rested on the mattress. He was naked, and so was Bryn. It was hot in the room. This house had always been stifling.
Bryn reached toward Ellis’s hair, thinking he’d run his fingers through it, and stopped himself. He snatched his hand away and slid out of bed in silence. Moonlight came through the bay window, and he dug a pair of sweatpants out of his suitcase and put them on. He pulled the bedroom door almost shut and headed downstairs.
Bryn’s head pounded with the looming threat of the hangover o
