Page 38 of Jack Frosting

“Oh...that’s unexpected.”

“On top or under the covers?” I asked.

“I’m a little cold. It’d be nice to snuggle.” Jack seemed a little nervous, but excited. I felt the same way.

“Maybe if you wore pants that were a little more substantial?” I said with a grin.

Jack gave me a squinty glare. “That would’ve been less thrilling for the both of us.”

“Very true. Under it is,” I said, flipping back the covers.

Jack stopped me. “No, sir. I want you in your pajamas.”

He must’ve seen my face.

“You sleep naked,” he explained, “so get naked.” Jack laid on the bed, hand propped by his elbow, watching me.

“I can’t ignore the needs of my guest now, can I?” I said before pulling down my briefs, leaving them on the floor by my feet.

“How accommodating.”

“I suppose that means I can’t complain that you’re on my side of the bed.”

“Your side?” Jack asked. “Looks like you'll have to join me over here then.”

I slid next to him and he immediately found a spot to nestle against me, between my arm and chest.

“This okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” It was more than okay. It was incredible. I was still surprised this is where the evening had led us. I was even more surprised someone like him would be interested in me.

“Mmmm…I love the hair on your chest.”

I chuckled. “I’d rather have it smooth like yours.”

“Well, it appears our chests suit each other, so that’s good.” His hand crept up my torso to caress my cheek. “Are you growing your beard out too?” Jack asked. “I asked earlier but we were interrupted.”

“I thought yours looked longer.” I reached over to give his chin a scratch. “Is that what you’re doing?”

“Yeah. I raise money every year by doing it, and asking my clients at the gym to join me.”

“I can if you want. I was just lazy this week and forgot to shave.”

“I’m not going to force you or anything,” Jack said before changing the subject. “What are we going to watch? That is, if we’re still pretending we are.”

“Pretending? Are you suggesting another round? You forget my age. I need at least a few more hours.”

“Aw, we can watch Law and Order if you want.”

“I am not that old. NCIS will do.”

“Give me the remote. I’ll find something better.”

Whatever he found did not keep me awake, as I woke the following morning with no memory of what he chose but the indescribably beautiful man was still in my bed. At some point, he had removed his shirt because his broad back was all I could see of him now. That, and his sandy brown hair.

If this was what it felt like to wake up with Jack in my bed, I could get used to it. First, someone – namely me – would have to see if he were so inclined. Second, and perhaps more important, I’d have to see how Henry felt about it. It quite possibly was too fast to have these feelings, to want someone living here with us. There was also the part where I came out to my son as bisexual, so…yeah.

Careful not to rouse the sleeping hunk, I grabbed my phone from my bedside table to start the daily app check.