Sometime during the middle of the night, in the name of helping Easton get better, Riley climbed into his bed. He’d read somewhere that cuddling released some kind of hormone that accelerated the healing process. At least, that was how he rationalized the decision. In reality, after what Easton had said about loving only him, Riley just wanted to be as close to him as possible. If that meant sharing a bed and allowing him to sleep in Easton’s arms then so be it. He didn’t even care that he might catch his cold. For the sake of having that warm body against him, Riley took his chances.
They lay face to face in each other’s arms with Easton’s face buried against Riley’s chest. Their legs tangled together like vines. Throughout the night, Riley gladly inhaled the menthol coolness of the sham
