Chapter 6
Scotty woke up facing the window with the sun streaking in through partially open mini-blinds. He was spooned against Preston, and the other man’s arm rested across his middle. The sheets were tangled between his legs. He glanced at the clock next to the bed. Seven o’clock already. Normally he would be up and showered by then.
He gently pushed at Preston’s arm and struggled to sit up. Preston murmured in his sleep, then turned over to lie on his stomach. His dark hair stood on end. He was adorable, and for several minutes Scotty just watched him sleep.
Preston was a damn fine cook. The halibut had been full of flavor and fixed perfectly. He was also damn fine in bed. Scotty grimaced a little at how sore he was.
He found it a little strange to be waking up in someone’s bed. He
