The pleasing scent of freshly ground coffee wafted through the apartment, infiltrating Tom’s dream with its aromatic fragrance. Opening his eyes, he found himself alone on the sofa, the blanket he’d had draped around his shoulders now neatly tucked around his boxer-clad body. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and stifling a yawn, he threw back the blanket and looked around his apartment.
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
Booker stood leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in his hand. It was then Tom noticed the gleaming floor, the remnants of broken glass and spilled bourbon now nothing more than a distant memory. “You cleaned up,” he observed with a grateful smile. “How long was I asleep?”
Glancing at his watch, Booker swirled the remaining coffee in his cup before downing it in one gulp and placing the empty vessel in the sink. “A couple of hours. It’s after nine, so I guess I should get going.”
“Don’t.” …show more content…
It still amazed him how Tom’s voice had the power to make him weak at the knees. Even the utterance of a simple word sent his heart dipping and stomach somersaulting. He was spellbound, touched by the magical allure that was Tom Hanson. It was a strange feeling knowing another person had that type of control over his emotions, but he hoped the enchantment never wore off. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so physically alive when in the presence of another human being, and even though he wasn’t sure he and Tom were a couple, the thrill was too wonderous to
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
Booker stood leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in his hand. It was then Tom noticed the gleaming floor, the remnants of broken glass and spilled bourbon now nothing more than a distant memory. “You cleaned up,” he observed with a grateful smile. “How long was I asleep?”
Glancing at his watch, Booker swirled the remaining coffee in his cup before downing it in one gulp and placing the empty vessel in the sink. “A couple of hours. It’s after nine, so I guess I should get going.”
“Don’t.” …show more content…
It still amazed him how Tom’s voice had the power to make him weak at the knees. Even the utterance of a simple word sent his heart dipping and stomach somersaulting. He was spellbound, touched by the magical allure that was Tom Hanson. It was a strange feeling knowing another person had that type of control over his emotions, but he hoped the enchantment never wore off. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so physically alive when in the presence of another human being, and even though he wasn’t sure he and Tom were a couple, the thrill was too wonderous to