be best to put on some boxers in case Skye needed them during the night.
After pulling the boxer shorts on, Thom climbed into bed and slid under the covers. Dru had fallen asleep, his blond hair looking lovely against the dark blue satin pillowcase. As much as Thom hated Dru’s emotionally cold parents, he had to give them credit for making something as beautiful and lovely as Dru. He leaned over to kiss his lover on the forehead and smiled when Dru’s mouth searched for his on autopilot, the man being only half awake.
“Night, babe,” Thom said and kissed him, getting a happy mumble that was probably “night, honey” in response.
The next morning Thom woke up with a start, trying to figure out what had shaken him out of his sleep. Glancing around the room, he realized it was around five in the morning and Dru was still asleep next to him. He listened, but there were no sounds that explained it either. Thom slipped from under the covers and walked to the bedroom door. It was closed. Huh….
Then he remembered what the feeling was all about: Skye. Either their guest had slept soundly through the night, or any problems he’d experienced hadn’t penetrated Thom’s dreams. So his body had woken him up when nothing was wrong just because he had thought he’d be woken up for sure .
Thom turned around and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and relieve his bladder before tugging on some lounge pants and a ratty old sleeveless T-shirt. Then he walked down the stairs, once again sending a thought to the architect who had designed in-floor heating. It was great in the winter, but he liked it in the early summer mornings too, like now. Slipper-free was the way to live.
Smiling slightly, he made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee. The door to the library was open, and some light was flooding into the rest of the house. So Skye was up already? Thom coughed a bit to announce himself and peeked into the room.
“Morning,” he said and smiled a bit at Skye, who was sitting in one of the large armchairs, wrapped in an afghan and reading a book. There was a mug next to him on the little table, and the scent of coffee was still faint in the room.
Skye smiled a little too. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“Not at all, I think my internal clock did it or something,” Thom lied. After all, it had sort of been Skye, but he didn’t want to dwell on it.
“There’s coffee in the Thermos, and I was considering making breakfast too, just couldn’t put this down.” Skye raised the book, and Thom noticed it was one of his favorites.
“It’s actually one of the books that’s followed me for years. I love the story and the concept. Once you’ve read it, I’d love to discuss it with you. Dru never has the patience.” He smirked at Skye, who chuckled.
“I do remember that being a problem with him, yeah. The only book we ever discussed was Romeo and Juliet ,and that was because we had to write a paper on it in school,” Skye said, and then some clouds gathered over his handsome features, like he remembered something else.
“Breakfast? I’ll make some toast, and I really want bacon,” Thom said, changing the subject. He guessed that the paper had been written close to when Skye had left Rowan Falls. No need to dwell on that now.
“Sure, I’ll be right there, I’ll finish this chapter,” Skye said and looked grateful for the distraction.
Thom backed out of the library and went to the kitchen. The coffee wasn’t that old, so he poured a mug for himself before taking the eggs and bacon out of the fridge. He wanted to go for a run too, so not too much, but he was having a craving. Besides, a bit of bacon actually never killed anyone.
Something on the lesser-used end of the counter, where they usually dropped the mail that needed to be noticed and made their shopping lists, caught his eye: two different bottles of pills. He
After pulling the boxer shorts on, Thom climbed into bed and slid under the covers. Dru had fallen asleep, his blond hair looking lovely against the dark blue satin pillowcase. As much as Thom hated Dru’s emotionally cold parents, he had to give them credit for making something as beautiful and lovely as Dru. He leaned over to kiss his lover on the forehead and smiled when Dru’s mouth searched for his on autopilot, the man being only half awake.
“Night, babe,” Thom said and kissed him, getting a happy mumble that was probably “night, honey” in response.
The next morning Thom woke up with a start, trying to figure out what had shaken him out of his sleep. Glancing around the room, he realized it was around five in the morning and Dru was still asleep next to him. He listened, but there were no sounds that explained it either. Thom slipped from under the covers and walked to the bedroom door. It was closed. Huh….
Then he remembered what the feeling was all about: Skye. Either their guest had slept soundly through the night, or any problems he’d experienced hadn’t penetrated Thom’s dreams. So his body had woken him up when nothing was wrong just because he had thought he’d be woken up for sure .
Thom turned around and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and relieve his bladder before tugging on some lounge pants and a ratty old sleeveless T-shirt. Then he walked down the stairs, once again sending a thought to the architect who had designed in-floor heating. It was great in the winter, but he liked it in the early summer mornings too, like now. Slipper-free was the way to live.
Smiling slightly, he made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee. The door to the library was open, and some light was flooding into the rest of the house. So Skye was up already? Thom coughed a bit to announce himself and peeked into the room.
“Morning,” he said and smiled a bit at Skye, who was sitting in one of the large armchairs, wrapped in an afghan and reading a book. There was a mug next to him on the little table, and the scent of coffee was still faint in the room.
Skye smiled a little too. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“Not at all, I think my internal clock did it or something,” Thom lied. After all, it had sort of been Skye, but he didn’t want to dwell on it.
“There’s coffee in the Thermos, and I was considering making breakfast too, just couldn’t put this down.” Skye raised the book, and Thom noticed it was one of his favorites.
“It’s actually one of the books that’s followed me for years. I love the story and the concept. Once you’ve read it, I’d love to discuss it with you. Dru never has the patience.” He smirked at Skye, who chuckled.
“I do remember that being a problem with him, yeah. The only book we ever discussed was Romeo and Juliet ,and that was because we had to write a paper on it in school,” Skye said, and then some clouds gathered over his handsome features, like he remembered something else.
“Breakfast? I’ll make some toast, and I really want bacon,” Thom said, changing the subject. He guessed that the paper had been written close to when Skye had left Rowan Falls. No need to dwell on that now.
“Sure, I’ll be right there, I’ll finish this chapter,” Skye said and looked grateful for the distraction.
Thom backed out of the library and went to the kitchen. The coffee wasn’t that old, so he poured a mug for himself before taking the eggs and bacon out of the fridge. He wanted to go for a run too, so not too much, but he was having a craving. Besides, a bit of bacon actually never killed anyone.
Something on the lesser-used end of the counter, where they usually dropped the mail that needed to be noticed and made their shopping lists, caught his eye: two different bottles of pills. He
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