The heavy thump of Dean’s heart rattled against his ribs like a trapped bird.
He shoved the laptop under his pillow seconds before the bedroom door handle turned. Kellan stood in the doorway, his massive frame blocking out the warm hallway light. He had traded his dress shirt for a dark, fitted t-shirt, but the cold intensity in his eyes hadn't softened an inch.
"You're still awake," Kellan said, his voice a low, rumbling register that settled heavily in the quiet room.
"Just... wrapping up some emails," Dean stammered, hating the nervous flutter in his throat. He sat frozen on the edge of the mattress, his fingers digging into the duvet.
Kellan’s sharp gaze swept over the room, lingering for a fraction of a second on the edge of the laptop tucked beneath the pillow, before rising to l
