Chapter 11
Dakota
A cool breeze picked up his hair and caressed his skin. A forest on a beautiful spring day. Sunlight filtered down through a canopy of green. He looked over and saw Gage there, lying on a perfect bed of soft grass. Smiling up at him. Dakota reached down to run his hand over his chest. He followed the simple act with a kiss, clean and sweet. Curling up next to him, “You love it here. This is the third time this week.”
He nodded. “No forests in New Orleans. Nothin’ but buildin’s and water.”
Not much at all, anymore. But they didn’t need to talk about such negative things. In their shared world, they could go months without a single tear or grimace, and any problems or sad moments were quickly resolved.
“Right.”
Gage turned onto his side and rubbed his nose against Dak
