Chapter 19
Micah blamed Jefferson and his early wake-up for his indolent behavior that morning. They laid abed long past dawn, and when Jefferson finally rose to tend to the daily chores, Micah rolled over and went back to sleep. He woke aching and smiling, reaching automatically for his lover only to touch disappointment when he wasn’t there.
He almost went back to sleep. The faint smell of coffee made his mouth water and drew his feet to the cold floor.
“Good morning,” he said as he wandered into the kitchen. Jefferson was fully dressed, the tub from their bathing the night before gone. In fact, the kitchen looked spotless, and for a moment, Micah felt guilty. “You should have woken me. I would have helped clear the mess we left.”
Jefferson shrugged and reached for Micah’s usual mug.
