68. Chapter Sixty-Eight
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Jordan
“Promise me something,” I mutter, my voice sleep thick and my body drained. But Mac’s head is back on my shoulder and I’m not dreaming of terrible things, and I admitted to him out loud that I’m not entirely what he thought I was, yet he’s still here. Nearly asleep and leaning on me. His hand still clinging to the sticks I gave him, the other still clasped in mine though I know it has to be aching from the angle like mine is.
I don’t plan on letting go though.
Not yet.
“Wha?” Mac rumbles back, his lips moving against my shoulder.
I smirk.
“Best friends first. No matter what.”
He’s silent long enough for me to worry he fell asleep between his response and my answer, but then his head is moving against me, his stubble creating the perfect burn on my skin.
“Me and you, Tyro.” He nuzzles me just like Cookie does and something inside me settles. Eases. Relaxes into a reality I never thought I could live, however brief it’s going to be.
But for tonight … I’m content to sink farther into the couch and let my drummer sleep on my shoulder and bring life into my apartment with his soft snores.