Chapter 18

Except this Monday…

This Monday, there was someone in his bed with him, which was highly unusual, since he preferred to sleep alone—his partners were either dismissed to the spare bedroom, or else they left to go home, having gotten what they’d wanted, a taste of the leather daddy.

This Monday, the bed dipped, and a voice murmured in his ear. “It’s a little after six.”

He relaxed when he realized it was his best friend, Jack.

“In the morning?”

“Yeah.”

“Remind me to kill you later.”

“Sure thing, buddy.” How could Jack be so disgustingly cheerful so early in the morning? Tom specifically arranged for his classes to start later in the day just so he wouldn’t have to face the dawn’s early light.

“What are you doing here anyway?” he mumbled, but he was already drifting back toward slumber.

“I spent the weekend, remember?”

Tom froze, suddenly, wide awake. Jack had spent the past two days and three nights with him, and Tom wasn’t certain how he felt about that.