“D-Dexter…I wasn’t…” A moan cut him off, like it was impossible to go on talking without making the noise first. “I mean…I wasn’t too mean before, right? I…” Colin whimpered again. “I didn’t…tease you too bad…”
Dexter snickered. “Worried, are ya, Colin?”
Colin whined through another moan. Dexter would let him sweat it out a bit, but he’d treat him right. Make it last long to let him forget his stress just for a little while.
* * * *
Sunbeams scattered happily through the high windows of the fourth-story loft. Small flecks of dust danced within the soft cones of illumination glowing in their own little world.
Morning. Busy, but not overly so. Footsteps and soft voices and cars that rolled over concrete streets. Brooklyn sounds that washed over the borough in gentle susurrations. Dexter always found a sense of calm at this time of day. Well, when he needed to be up.
Today, he did.