copyright 2012
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Eight
He liked the way Adal fit against him. There was a trust, too, in the way the smaller man snuggled in, tucking right into Dorso’s bigger frame and falling asleep between one breath and the next. He’d thought for sure Adal might toss and turn, but no, he’d sighed softly a couple of times and just melted for Dorso. Dorso was the one who had the sleepless night. Despite the pain in his head, he couldn’t shut down his thoughts. Whatever was happening betw...
Published on October 26, 2012 15:30