Chapter 23

The mattress sagged when he sat on the edge of the bed. He turned back the covers, just enough to see the top of Craig’s dark curls and then lower still, until he could look at the sleeping face and wipe away the small puddle of drool. Craig slept like a child. Heavy and uninterrupted.

“Hey.” Grant ran his cold hand softly down Craig’s cheek to wake him, enjoying the contrast between their skin temperatures. “What are you doing home?”

“Hmmm?” Craig’s brown eyes opened, drowsy and with that special spark Grant knew had his name written all over it. He yawned, turning his face into the pillow. “I watched the forecast,” he mumbled. “Some weather guy on Channel Eleven said this storm was shaping up to be a blizzard. Must be true; the campus closed down.”

“Some weather guy, huh?” Grant leaned over, gently biting Craig’s ear and breathing in the warm sleepy scent of home.

“Your folks cancelled on dinner tonight, too. Seems like they watched the same newscast.”