He could go to Nick, crawl into his bed. Straddle him, gently lower himself until he was on Nick’s lap. Pull the sheet down. Lean in and brush his nose along Nick’s jaw. Over his nose, too, smiling as Nick’s eyes fluttered open and he saw Colton was there. Nick would reach for him, slide his hand into Colton’s hair. Say Colton and then wrap his hand around the back of Colton’s neck, tug him down until their lips met— No, Jesus. Nick wouldn’t do that at all. Never in a million years.
