Chapter 4
Damian stirred, his eyes opening slowly, reluctantly. A heavy arm draped across his waist. For just a moment his sleepy brain couldn’t register where he was and why someone slept in his bed with him. Frowning, he stared at the man beside him.
Jake.
How the hell could he forget that? A grin tugged at his lips. A dark lock of hair draped across Jake’s forehead. He looked a little like a young boy, except the few strands of silver gave away his true age.
Last night had been amazing in so many ways. The most amazing, of course, being that Jake had said he loved him.
Damian knew some men just said that when they were coming, but not Jake. Getting such a declaration out of the man had never been easy. It filled Damian with a tiny spark of hope. Oh, he knew they were still far away
