Chapter 21

“Jamie!” When he grinned, Alex slapped his leg through the

covers. Jamie giggled and squirmed away. “Now you’re being

bad.”

“I am not,” Jamie replied. “Which side of the bed do you

sleep on?”

Alex shrugged. “I never really thought about it much,” he

admitted. “Scoot over.” Jamie moved to the far side of the bed and

Alex laid down on his back beside him. “I guess I sleep on this

side.”

And Jamie was mere inches away, his head resting on the other

pillow, so close that Alex thought it wouldn’t be anything at all

to just roll over and press his lips to Jamie’s furrowed brow.

Suddenly Jamie’s eyes were huge, watching him carefully, watching

the emotions play across his face. Alex knew he could see the

thoughts behind his eyes, images of the two of them together,

writhing in passion, naked and sweating and tangled in the sheets.

Every part of his body ached to take Jamie into his arms, to smooth

out the lines along his forehead and to kiss those deep eyes closed