Dawn broke to an explosion of bird songs, the cacophony startling Booker awake with a disgruntled groan. Unimpressed by the early morning alarm clock, he angrily pulled his pillow over his head and attempted to drown out the noise. But after several minutes, the humorous fact that the sound easily penetrated through the downy feathers brought a good-natured smile to his lips, and with a resigned sigh, he threw the pillow to the floor and sat up.
From across the room, Tom yawned loudly, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Fucking birds. Do you think Fuller would mind if we used our guns under the guise of keeping the peace?”
The statement amused Booker and running his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair, he grinned back. “Probably.”
With a soft groan, Tom pushed himself to a sitting position and unconsciously mirroring Booker, he raked a hand over …show more content…
Disconcerted by Booker’s expression, Tom’s brow drew into a confused frown before realization dawned and with a yelp, he cupped both hands over his groin. Embarrassment heated his face, flaming his cheeks a bright shade of amber, and he cursed his misfortune. Once again he had made a fool of himself in front of Booker and once again, his pride lay in tatters. It was becoming an unwelcome habit, and he ruefully wondered why the universe had decided to make him the butt of its jokes.
Inching backward, he grabbed his comforter off the bed and quickly draped it around his naked body, covering his nakedness. Still feeling vulnerable, he sat down on the mattress and wrapped his arms protectively around him, securing the duvet in place. His ribs ached from the sudden burst of activity and his eyes settled on the packet of Advil on his bedside table. But he was too afraid to move in case he accidentally exposed himself again. Therefore, he sat with his eyes downcast and waited for the pain in his side to ease… or for Booker to leave, whichever came
From across the room, Tom yawned loudly, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Fucking birds. Do you think Fuller would mind if we used our guns under the guise of keeping the peace?”
The statement amused Booker and running his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair, he grinned back. “Probably.”
With a soft groan, Tom pushed himself to a sitting position and unconsciously mirroring Booker, he raked a hand over …show more content…
Disconcerted by Booker’s expression, Tom’s brow drew into a confused frown before realization dawned and with a yelp, he cupped both hands over his groin. Embarrassment heated his face, flaming his cheeks a bright shade of amber, and he cursed his misfortune. Once again he had made a fool of himself in front of Booker and once again, his pride lay in tatters. It was becoming an unwelcome habit, and he ruefully wondered why the universe had decided to make him the butt of its jokes.
Inching backward, he grabbed his comforter off the bed and quickly draped it around his naked body, covering his nakedness. Still feeling vulnerable, he sat down on the mattress and wrapped his arms protectively around him, securing the duvet in place. His ribs ached from the sudden burst of activity and his eyes settled on the packet of Advil on his bedside table. But he was too afraid to move in case he accidentally exposed himself again. Therefore, he sat with his eyes downcast and waited for the pain in his side to ease… or for Booker to leave, whichever came