“Mm.” Nico watches me. “You could lay down with me, if you wanted.” Another gut punch, this one served with a side of longing so potent I can taste it. “I wouldn’t want to disturb you.” He considers this for a long, quiet moment. “You sitting in that chair, watching me sleep, is already pretty disturbing.” “Okay, smartass.” Smiling, I stand and move the chair back to its respective corner.
