Chapter 9When Nico woke in the morning, he didn’t need to look at the clock to know it was late. Matt was sprawled over the bed, the cover having slid off most of his body, and his arm slung over Nico’s middle. For a few seconds, Nico took in the scene. Nerves crawled over him. What if it was a mistake?
“Don’t think.”
He jumped at Matt’s sleep-rough voice.
“It’s hard not to think.”
The lopsided smile had warmth spreading in Nico’s chest. “Don’t doubt then.”
He wasn’t. He’d never doubt Matt. It was just…
Matt caressed his belly. “Some breakfast?”
Nico didn’t know if he wanted to move but nodded anyway. He glanced at the clock—twenty-three minutes past ten. “Do you think they still serve breakfast?”
Matt glared at the clock. “They know we came in late, and we’re in the freaking honey
