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Chapter 9

Maybe he wouldn’t mind. Aiden hesitated for a moment. Most men probably would, but now the thought had popped into his head, there was nothing he wanted more than to turn around and lean against the warm, wide chest instead of the backrest. He wanted to fall asleep listening to heartbeats underneath his ear.

Aiden slowly crept over. It wasn’t a big sofa; simply turning around brought him up close to Tristan. Would he get angry? Aiden hoped not, but if he was, Aiden could say he’d done it because he was cold.

Carefully, he rested his head on Tristan’s shoulder…Nothing happened, but he didn’t relax yet. The soft, worn fabric of Tristan’s shirt was heaven against his skin. Gradually, he put more of his weight on the warm body beneath him and let out a sigh as he breathed in the smell of man and something he associated with a forest.