Chapter 13
Avery’s warm weight against him made Jameson wake with a smile. Sometime in the night, they’d gone from sort of holding hands to wrapped around each other. Jameson so enjoyed having Avery tucked against his front that he thought about skipping training and staying in bed all day. But he knew he couldn’t, and a glance at the clock showed him he needed to get moving.
Jameson kissed the side of Avery’s head and slowly untangled their limbs. Avery had one of Jameson’s hands wrapped tightly in his own, and Jameson’s right leg was wedged between Avery’s knees. He moved the leg without issue, but when he tried to extricate his hand, Avery stirred and clung tighter.
“Go back to sleep,” Jameson whispered in his ear.
Avery snuffled against his pillow, gave a tiny hum, and murmured, “‘
