Chapter 10The next morning, Ryan spooned into Ted’s back, draping an arm over his middle. Ted, who’d been awake for nearly twenty minutes already, looking out the window and half-afraid to turn over, lest Ryan should be gone and last night proved a dream. Ted smiled and shifted his hips slightly.
It was real. Everything else was across the Atlantic. He was happy, for once, to leave it there for a while.
Ryan flattened his warm, large palm over Ted’s navel. He slipped a few fingertips beneath the waistband of Ted’s shorts. “You’re up.”
Ted rocked back into him again, this time with purpose. “So are you.” It was most certainly too early for double entendre, and yet…
“Remember what I said last night?”
“I remember absolutely nothing you said. I only remember getting my brains f****d out.
