Chapter 27
Scooter woke to a glare of sunlight on his face, streaming in through the west-facing window in his bedroom. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the sun through that window. For a moment, still half-asleep, he pondered it, trying to recall how long it had been, and then the rest of his memory caught up with him. He reached out and found a warm shoulder.
They had started their nap twined together like hugging octopi, but at some point Andy had worked his way to the far side of the bed, leaving a little no-man’s land down the middle. Given how sticky and sweaty Scooter was, Andy really couldn’t be blamed for wanting to put some distance between them.
All the same, his skin ached for the sensation of Andy pressed against him, physical reassurance that Andy was still the
