“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