Chapter 20
Avery woke up feeling warm and safe, and it took him a second to remember what had happened and why Jameson was in bed with him. He smiled to himself. Jameson. He’d known without looking, without thinking, Jameson was the one pressed up against him.
While they slept, they’d moved, and Jameson was spooned around him, holding him close without being smothering. Carefully Avery turned over so he could see Jameson’s face. Though they’d napped together the day before, there was something even more intimate with the room in shadows with the light from the streetlamp the only illumination.
In sleep, Jameson looked young—a reminder he was only twenty-three, although he had a maturity Avery appreciated and admired. Sure, there were moments when his age showed, but for the most part, J
