Riley tossed to the right. Punched his pillow. Snuggled in. Took a deep breath. And slowly gave himself over to blissful sleep.
Give me one month to convince you, came Easton’s voice, like a distant echo in his ears.
His eyes flew open and he rolled onto his back, punching the mattress with an “ugh!” Brow puckered, he repeated the process. He tossed to the left. Punched his pillow, twice for good measure. With the room temperature a cool sixty degrees, he snuggled deeper beneath his comforter. With a slow exhalation, he imagined every muscle in his body relaxing. Starting with his toes then up his legs to his lower back then his chest and shoulders until he reached the top of his head. Then the image of Easton sucking on his finger flashed behind his eyelids. His finger curled as if sti
