Chapter 8
Hayden woke with a start. He was still nestled against Neal’s chest, which rose when Neal breathed in deeply, grumbled, and reached to the table to turn off the alarm.
“I had Nathan set it earlier,” Neal explained.
“Always planning for every contingency?”
Neal snorted a laugh. “Something like that. I wanted to be sure we had plenty of time to shower and get dressed.”
“Is that your roundabout way of saying you planned this afternoon to go the way it did?” Hayden used the very tip of one finger to lightly circle Neal’s left n****e.
Neal shrugged and pushed himself higher on the bed so he was sitting up. He took Hayden’s hand in his own.
Hayden peeled himself away from Neal. He reclaimed his hand, then turned to completely face Neal, scratching his fingers through his hair at
