Chapter 45

It didn’t help matters in the least that he was cranky as all fuck. Sleep had come slowly after Vaughn had left, and the wine had kept promising to keep thought at bay. Though the wine didn’t live up to its vow, it hadbeen so kind as to leave him with one of those headaches that only seemed to get worse instead of better, and the three Ibuprofen he’d washed down with coffee still gurgled unpleasantly in his guts. It would get better, though, once he got the wood and could start a fire. Then he’d grab a blanket, curl up on the couch in front of it, and forget about the world for a few more hours. Now that he was sober, maybe his dreams wouldn’t be haunted by kisses that had the ability to fuck his soul through his mouth, or by the cock that had a way of making pleasure dependent on synergy.