"So who is the pretty thing you left in bed for me?"
Tom let Cass's teasing question hang. Pretty was just the half of it. He'd watched Jake sleep for hours, traced his tattoos, counted his tics, and admired his fragile beauty. Cass was the only man who'd ever captivated him so completely...and so fast.
Fucking hell...this no-no might be bigger for me than I thought. This is awkward as hell.