Chapter 11
There seemed to be a disconnect in Avery’s brain. Shell shocked. That was how he felt—as though a bomb had gone off in his vicinity and he couldn’t process what was going on around him.
Jameson was warm and solid against him. Under him. When had Jameson lain down? Avery couldn’t recall. He remembered asking Jameson to hold him, remembered Jameson pulling him into an embrace, but he couldn’t pinpoint the moment when they’d gone from sitting up to being stretched out on the couch. But Avery was comfortable, and the steady rise and fall of Jameson’s chest was soothing, as was the gentle weight of Jameson’s hand on his head and the soft, almost nonexistent rubbing against Avery’s scalp.
“Do you go by Jamie?”
Jameson’s body gave a tiny jerk as Avery finally broke the silence, and
