Chapter 8Jamie woke up lying face-down in a pillow on an unfamiliar bed, and he was alone. The sheets were rumpled and messy, barely covering his backside and legs. The space beside him was empty but still warm when he touched the slight dint in the mattress, telling him that the occupant had not been gone long. Jamie grabbed the vacant pillow, pulling it to him and burying his face in it, deeply breathing in Chris’s scent. He groaned.
It had been the worst idea of his life, and yet the absolute best idea at the same time. When he’d entered Chris Roberts’s bedroom the night before, Jamie had honestly just meant to talk to him. He had lain in bed and tossed and turned, almost pulling out his hair in a desperate attempt not to touch himself elsewhere. It had been an accident, earlier that n
