Jamison sat on the edge of the bed. His button down shirt hung loose and open from his shoulders and his black hair had fallen forward to frame either side of his face. He heaved a soft sigh and glanced back over his shoulder to where Kade was still asleep. The regret or guilt he thought he might feel in consequence to what he agreed to the night before was absent.

In its place, he felt a strange sense of tranquility. A feeling that only made his chest warm whenever he turned ...