Chapter 12: Without whom I am to no end. – IV, 442
Even now, he couldn’t tell you how they’d gotten so tangled up in each other.
When they’d gone to sleep, Sawyer had only been lying at his side. Then, suddenly, Sawyer’s alarm had been blaring, and Rhys had basically snapped awake like he hadn’t slept at all.
Before the usual pre-caffeine headache had set in, he’d become very aware of a weight pressing down on him. His first thought had been Rhyleigh, but the scene above him had been open, pre-dawn sky – not shadowy, desolate hospital corridors.
The soft snoring had had him moving the tiniest bit to see the top of a blonde, tousled head. Rhys had felt almost every inch of Sawyer, solid on top of him. He’d been warm and strong and completely vulnerable, and Rhys had wanted to wrap his arms around him and go right back to sleep.