He kept his eyes tightly closed, knowing that once he opened them, the magical night he’d just spent making love with Jack would be over. He wasn’t ever going to be ready for that, so he pulled the covers up over his head and reached for Jack. Only when he felt an empty bed did he crack one eye and peer through. Jack was gone. Fear made his internal alarm sound as loud as the damn alarm clock, but he tried to force it away. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control the alarm in his head, so he reached back and slapped the snooze to get rid of the one alarm he could control, but damn if it wouldn’t stop. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Jack stepped out wearing nothing but a towel. Dax blinked his sleep-filled eyes to get a better look. God, he’s gorgeous, he thought as he stared at the vision in front of him. “Are you going to answer that?” Jack asked. Confused, still half-asleep, and drooling over this manly vision, Dax didn’t have a clue of what Jack was talking about, “Answer what?” “The phone, you goofball.” Now it all made sense; it wasn’t the alarm clock, it was the phone.
