Later that night, Jameson laid awake while Avery slept soundly against him. He smiled as Avery snuffled and rolled over. The curtain fluttered in the breeze, and a shaft of light from the lamppost illuminated Avery’s features for a moment.
God, he was just so beautiful.
Careful not to wake Avery, Jameson slid out of bed. He found his jeans and pulled them on, not bothering with underwear. Then he grabbed his T-shirt from where it landed on the dresser. With one last glance to make sure Avery was still sound asleep, Jameson crept out into the hall.
When he got downstairs, Jameson decided to slip out the back door and enjoy the cool night. He just needed some time to think. Since he couldn’t sleep, it seemed like the perfect place to do it. The night was quiet, and if Jameson strained his
