“I love you,” Grey whispered as the duo lay in bed together, their faces centimetres apart; the curtains were drawn, and they had the duvet covering them, and both boys were content.
Jem smiled as he leaned in and kissed him. “I love you too. So much.” He shuffled a little so he was wrapped in Grey’s embrace, and they lay in silence together, simply enjoying one another’s presence.
“Ah, Grey. I have been searching for you.”
Jem groaned as he moved away from Grey to stare at Amatheon, a tall, dark-skinned, dark-haired and handsome Amatheon, looking unimpressed in the doorway. He kept shifting his clothes, a grey shirt and some black jeans, probably trying to find a way to be comfortable. He eyed the two men in bed and frowned. “Fornicating only happens at night.”
“Oh, god,” Jem groaned.
