Chapter 13
Sam woke to an empty bed, and he wasn’t surprised. Reaching out he felt the other side of the bed. The sheets didn’t even hold a hint of warmth from Michael’s body. Surprisingly, Sam wasn’t upset because he had no doubt Michael was still in his house. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he was as certain of that as he was of his own name.
He stretched and winced, then smiled at each protest his body gave. God, he felt good. He ached in the most pleasant of ways, still feeling all they’d done together the night before. He scratched idly at his stomach, and the dried come flaked off under his fingernails. Okay, that wasn’t exactly pleasant. He sat up, stretched again, and padded to the bathroom.
It didn’t take long to take care of business and wash up. There were signs Michael had
