Alexander
The quiet hum of the luxury resort’s central air conditioning was the first sound that registered in my mind as I drifted out of sleep. The second thing I registered was the heavy, undeniable warmth pressed along the entire right side of my body.
I opened my eyes slowly. The morning light was filtered through the heavy sheer curtains, painting the master bedroom in soft shades of gold and gray.
I didn't move. I couldn't.
Jamie was asleep against my chest. His head was pillowed neatly in the crook of my shoulder, his soft breath brushing in a steady, rhythmic rhythm against my neck. One of his arms was draped loosely over my ribs, and my own right arm was wrapped securely around his waist, holding him flush against me as if I had spent the entire night anchoring him to my side
