Patrick lay on the mattress in his bedroom waiting for his lover. He blew out a shaky breath, still stunned by the turn of events.
Josh loves me.
His heart, every part of him felt light. Lighter than he had in years.
Biting his lip, he leaned up on his elbows and looked back toward the doorway. The air was chilly enough goose bumps had appeared on his bare skin. He reached for the sheet he had earlier pushed aside to cover himself.
“Drop it,” Josh ordered coming into the room.
“I thought you’d forgotten me.”
“No way. Can’t you tell?”
Patrick could indeed see Josh’s tented slacks. Since his own erection pressed painfully against the mattress beneath him, he wiggled a little in anticipation. “Get to it.”
Josh laughed. “Bossy.” He set a wadded up wash cloth on the nightstand and shrug
