Michael was surprisingly comfortable, considering he had to contort his body to fit on the couch while he lay on Sam’s chest. When they finished their dinner, they’d moved to the living room, and Michael was ready to settle on the couch with Sam cuddled up against him, just like usual. But Sam had other ideas. He wanted Michael against him.
“I’m taking care of you tonight, remember?”
So Michael relented and settled down.
The TV was on, but neither of them were paying attention. Michael didn’t even have his eyes open. Sam seemed content to comb his fingers through Michael’s hair, rub gently at Michael’s scalp, and let out a happy-sounding hum every few minutes.
“What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Hmmm?” Michael fought his way out of the languorous stupor he’d fallen into.
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