Chapter 7
Gradually TJ woke, unmoving as he absorbed the unfamiliar surroundings with all his senses. His nose picked up Donovan’s unique scent immediately mixed with the pungent aroma of s*x. The soft sounds of breathing came from the same man.
Opening his eyes, TJ found Donovan laying on his side, facing away. While that didn’t surprise him, the fact that he’d pretty much draped himself around Donovan did.
Other realizations came to the fore. His morning wood poked out as if demanding attention from the person snuggled up next to him. The all too familiar ache spoke to him in spades. Obviously, his s****l appetite hadn’t been sated, not in the least. TJ wondered if it ever would.
But he’d slept. Rested. Comforted. And cuddled. Which was a shock. Never once in his lifetime had he cudd
