Chapter 18

“Reading anything interesting?”

The book thudded to the floor, and Calvin bent swiftly to pick it up before Matthew had a chance to enter.

“Sorry,” he said, slipping it back onto the shelf. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Matthew stood in the door’s outline, eyelids still noticeably heavy. His dark hair was flattened on the side he’d slept on, and a crease furrowed his cheek from his pillow. He’d pulled on his pants before coming down, too, and patches of the dark hair trailing into his waistband stuck together from the dried come they’d never cleaned away. He looked rumpled and delicious, and for a split second Calvin felt guilty about wanting him again.

“I don’t snore or anything like that, do I?” Matthew joked.

The slight tease relaxed him a little. “No, of course not. I just needed to go to the bathroom and get a drink. I decided not to go back to bed.”