Chapter 12
Nick awoke to a nasal assault at once appealing and disagreeable. Sweat.
The light in the room had grown a little paler, an indication of dawn. A confirmation of birdsong battered his ears. Over-stimulated senses protested. The early grey light illuminated the sharp angle of Alex’s nose, outlined the strength of his chin. The light played over the bow of his lips, drawing Nick’s attention to Alex’s mouth. Nick had been aware of the smell of sweat because he lay curled against Alex, his face practically buried in his friend’s armpit. With his head lifted, the smell wasn’t so bad. In a way, the scent wasn’t bad at all, induced by their recent exertions. Beneath, he could smell other things—the musk of Alex’s skin and the distinctive odour of s*x.
What have I done?
As far as qu
