Chapter 89

Finally, at about 3:00 A.M., I was driven from my bed by a desperate craving for physical contact.

And thank goodness it was the middle of the night, because I didn’t even bother to put clothes on. I crept up the stairs buck naked and banged on Chris’s door. It was, after all, three o’clock in the morning, and I’m sure I scared the crap out of him. I could have at least called. But I was frantic with missing Josh, and I was only thinking about my own need. I banged again, and I heard him fumbling around on the other side of the door. “Hold on!” he growled. “I’m coming.”

Chastened, I dropped my hand, which had been poised and ready to resume banging, and shortly he cracked the door open. The look on his face was a mixture of annoyance, sleep, and fear, but softened to one of annoyance, sleep, and concern when he saw me. “Todd.” He opened the door wide and took me by the naked arm. “Come in.”