““I awoke some hours later to Hayes's body sliding up against mine, his arm wrapping around my waist, drawing me into his warmth. Like being in a womb. His breath soft at the back of my neck. "You came back to me," his lips buzzed my ear. "Of course I did. Liam." He laughed. "Wait. Whose room is this?" "Mr. Marchand's." "Crap. I might be in the wrong room." He smiled, rolling me over to face him. "Hiiii." "Hi." "You want to come to an August Moon concert with me tonight?" "It depends..." I said. "It depends?" "Do I have good seats?" His finger was tracing my cheekbone. "You can sit on my face." "Okay. In that case I'll come.””
