Chapter 79

Well, not at the same time. I wasn’t that…athletic

I looked down at Myles and Derek. They were both naked, tangled up and sleeping at my side. Derek was lying over Myles’s chest, head tucked under Myles’s arm, sleeping so deeply his breathing was barely perceptible. I was tempted to touch his hair, but didn’t want to wake Myles, who seemed to be slipping in and out of a dream.

Sitting up against the pillows, I carefully reached for my phone on the nightstand cluttered with our empty glasses and torn wrapping paper, and a few seconds later, was listening to Les Misérables, picking up where I’d left off, a long time ago. Soon, I was enthralled with the tale again, listening to the narrator’s smooth and textured voice, drifting away into Hugo’s world. Into France at the age of its revolutions.