Page 102 of Sapphire Sunset

Then suddenly it was six in the morning, and the firstgolden light of dawn was streaming through the sliding glass doors. Neither ofthem had pulled the drapes the night before. Better, he and Logan hadn’t movedan inch from where their blissful post-sex exhaustion claimed them.

“Good morning, sky.” He traced a finger up the center ofLogan’s bare chest, but his hero didn’t stir. “Good morning, sun.” He grazedthe underside of Logan’s jaw with the tips of his fingers. Logan groaned gentlyand pulled Connor tightly to him. “Good morning, little things that run.”Connor ran his fingers across Logan’s chest like the four legs of a skitteringmouse.

“Seriously,” Logan grumbled, closing one hand around Connor’stickling one.

“You don’t like morning songs?”

“I think it’s littlewindsthat run,” he said.

“Nah uh.”

“Yeah, huh. It’s a poem. We learned it at school.”

“Well, the camp counselors used to saythings, so…”

“Wait,camp?” Logan asked, opening one eye. “You’vebeen camping?”

“It was a summer camp.”

“Yeah, but outside?”

“I go outside.”

“In a tent? Overnight?”

“We had cabins,” Connor said.

“Cabins or chalets?”

“There are sides of me you don’t know about yet, StaffSergeant Murdoch.”

“Lies. I got to know all of them last night.” Wearing adrowsy smile now, Logan kissed Connor’s forehead.

“I’m serious, Logan. I am not the pampered, spoiled princeyou seem to think I am.”

“So you figured out a way to get facials in the woods?”

“No. But I still had a good time. In the beginning. I wasgreat at skit night.”

“Oh, yeah?” Logan asked. “So how long did you stay at thisalleged camp?”

“Oh, you know. A bit. Right up until I wrote a strongly wordedletter to the owners about how there seemed to be no provisions in place in theevent of simultaneous, coordinated mountain lion attacks and asked them howthey could sleep at night knowing the blood of so many children might end up ontheir hands.”

“And then you decided to leave,” Logan said.

“Oh, no.Theydecided I should leave. You see, itwas less of a letter and more of a petition, and apparently I upset a lot ofthe other children. But they signed it. So it shows you they agreed with me.Who cares if there was absolutely no historical precedent for such a scenario?The world needs to be prepared for a mountain lion uprising.”

“Connor, if mountain lions were capable of a mass uprising,I don’t think they’d be as endangered as they are.”

“Oh, what are you, the mountain lion whisperer?”

“Also, wild guess here,” Logan said. “You never wanted to goto this camp and this was your strategy for getting sent home. Probably so youcould spend the summer working here.”

“You know me so well,” Connor said.

Suddenly it seemed as if the comforters were alive, shiftingall around him, getting ready to devour him. And he didn’t mind. What it reallymeant was Logan was moving, and it was a reminder of how big and all-consuming theguy was. The next thing he knew, Connor was on his back, Logan above him, alltan, smooth muscle and tousled black hair, and eyes that looked even sleepierthan they were thanks to his heavy, dark eyebrows. He held Connor’s wrists tothe pillow on either side of his head. The sight of his lips so close was areminder of all the sweet words he’d said these past two days, all the wickedlywonderful things he’d done with his mouth that had made white hot arcs of pleasureshoot up Connor’s spine.

“I don’t want to get out of this bed,” Logan said.

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