Their clothes were tumbling together in the dryer and Liam was amazed that such a simple thing as drying clothes could make him so happy. He hadn’t shared his home with anyone in too long.
Kieran was wrapped cozily in Liam’s thick flannel robe and Faulkner was fast asleep on the rug, at his feet. Liam warmed up his coffee in the microwave. From the kitchen he gazed at Kieran’s profile. Kieran was quiet, which was new. Liam gave the bitter coffee a quick taste and walked back to the living room to sit by him. Kieran leaned back into the couch, burying himself into the fuzzy blue flannel. “That was cool. I’m glad you came out with me.”
“I couldn’t resist.”
“When I was a kid, I used to love storms. I don’t know why the rain made think I was safe.” The wind fought the windows, rattling the
