“Itsoundslike someone is in need of a nap.”
“You’re awful,” Jimmy giggled. “Completely and totally awful.”
“And completely and totally yours,” Cold said with a wink.
“Yeah?” Jimmy couldn’t resist, replying sweetly, “Soundsgood to me.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jimmy was exhaustedfrom a long day of school, his brain still swimming with case law and dozens of Latin terms that made his head ache. He was stretched out in bed, and he smiled when Cold joined him only wearing a pair of silken pajama pants.
In public, Cold wore his suits like armor, meticulously groomed down to the very last button. But in private with Jimmy, he was getting more comfortable. He allowed himself to be vulnerable and trusted his lover completely.
He didn’t say it, not exactly, but Jimmy knew. He knew from the way Cold had stopped wearing his plush robes and didn’t always wear full pajamas to bed. Sometimes he’d only wear pants and Jimmy was so grateful for the display of trust, even unspoken as it was.
The view was nice, too.
Jimmy had fallen in love with Cold’s body, adoring every scar and even the softness in his tummy. As they snuggled up in bed together, he felt Cold relax, and he eagerly ran his hand over his chest. He traced each scar he could find, sighing contentedly.
Cold tolerated the affection with a small smile, his eyes already closed for sleep.
Jimmy’s fingers dipped down, brushing over Cold’s side, and he gasped as he suddenly jerked away. “Oh! I’m sorry!”
“It’s all right,” Cold grumbled, getting settled back down. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, you’re fine. Go on.”
Jimmy continued, finding that same little spot on his ribs. He could feel a scar, something round and bumpy, and he halted when he felt Cold twitch again. “Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
Cold made a face, muttering under his breath, “I might be...” The rest Jimmy couldn’t hear.
