Chapter 20
Leander snuggled in to the warm body next to him and tried to escape back into sleep, but it was no use. He was awake and feeling miserable.
It was truly frustrating, because if not for the blinding headache and the cold that had seeped into his very bones, this could have easily been the best morning of his life. He remained still, thinking only about the night before and the incredible pleasure he’d received and—hopefully—given.
Part of him still found it difficult to believe that this was happening. To him. With Julien. That it seemed so unreal had made it easier for him to act the way he had. To stop questioning how to proceed and simply follow his instincts. To say he’d enjoyed the result was an understatement.
“Leander?” Julien’s voice was barely more than a whisper.
