Chapter 36
He woke with the sense that it’d been some time. He blinked, resurfacing. He was still naked, but wrapped up in Jason’s leather jacket and also all of Jason, who’d stretched out across the sofa—his feet didn’t fit, despite the way he’d half-sat up against an arm-rest—and gathered Colby against himself. Colby’s body thrummed, pleasantly sated.
“Hey.” Jason rubbed his arm under the jacket. “You back with me?”
“My toes feel like coffee. Warm and toasty and as if they know what spiciness means.” He wiggled them. “Was I asleep?”
“Ah…kinda.” Jason shrugged the shoulder that wasn’t Colby’s pillow. “Sort of. I think you’d’ve come back up if I’d pushed, you did answer when I said your name, but you were pretty out of it. I don’t mind holding you. How’re you feeling?”
“Mmm.” He stuck his nose into Jason’s neck for a second, inhaling. “Twinkly. Starlit. You know what I’d love, at the moment? Some sort of cream cheese tart. I like cheese. And dessert. Would you like tarts?”