Chapter 10When the soft electronic beeping began, Elliot rolled over and slipped his arm around the muscular man beside him, mumbling, “Wassat?”
A chuckle preceded the kiss to his crown. “That is called an alarm clock.”
The beeping stopped, and Elliot burrowed closer against the warm chest smelling of sweat and s*x. “Saturday.”
Micah ran his fingers through Elliot’s hair, and Elliot sighed, arching into the gentle caress. “Saturday is a busy day for retail, remember?”
Elliot groaned, jostling his brain from its sleepy reprieve as he peeled open his eyes to blink through the darkness at Micah’s face. Micah looked tired but happy, and Elliot squirmed up until he could set a light kiss on those broad lips, mindful of his morning breath. “I’m sorry if I kept you up late.”
Micah returned t
