August relaxed while Doren sang, feeling the reverberation of Doren’s voice run through his chest. It was soothing and he found himself drifting off again and again. He finally slid from the bed, pointing at the sliding door when Doren reached for him, grazing their palms together as August stepped away. He needed air to wake himself up a bit. Besides, he wasn’t a rock star or a musician. Two A.M. hit him hard.