~ Julian ~

Light is hitting my eyelids and for the first time in years, I don’t want to wake up.

Usually, my bed is a lonely place. It’s expensive, soft, and empty. But right now I’m warmer than I’ve felt in a long time. I’m wrapped in a heat that feels solid… heavy.

Then I realize why.

I’m on my side and behind me, Frank is pressed tight against my back. His arm is slung over my waist, his hand hooked into the fabric of my shirt like he’s afraid I’ll float away if he lets go. But it’s the pressure lower down that makes my breath hitch.

He’s...