Chapter 12Henry, twisting against blankets and choking back a scream, caught the edge of the bed right before he would have fallen out of it. Elbow trembling, he pushed himself upright, tears blurring his vision, and glanced to the side. Theo remained sound asleep, body touching his but facing away, away from Henry.
Wiping his eyes, Henry released a relieved breath. What he’d dreamed tonight—and it’d been bad enough to make him sweat through sheets—hadn’t bled enough into the waking world to startle Theo out of sleep; a candle had toppled over and the previous night’s folded clothes were on the floor now, but none of it disturbed Theo.
Slipping a still shaky hand over Theo’s hip, Henry sighed and pressed a kiss to his exposed shoulder, and wondered if the spot smiled back or if he only i
