Chapter 57
Waking up, Chad almost felt like he wanted to cry. The clock on the bedside table read two a.m., and Peter was snoring softly into his ear. He could feel the alpha’s cock resting against his thigh, soft and still intimidatingly large, and for a second he couldn’t breathe.
He felt empty and sad and awful.
Was this what Peter had talked about? Chad hadn’t felt this wrung out since Hell Week in boot camp.
“Can’t sleep?” Peter asked, lifting up on his elbow and looking down at him. Chad could barely see him in the darkness of the bedroom. He shook his head, not quite able to speak.
“Come here,” Peter said, sitting up against the headboard and pulling Chad up with him. Seated between Peter’s thighs, his back resting against Peter’s chest, Chad breathed out a long breath as Peter wrapped his muscular arms around his waist.
“Is that better?” Peter’s voice was right in his ear. Chad nodded, and Peter’s arms tightened momentarily.
“Good. Do you want me to talk or be quiet?”
“Talk,” Chad said, his voice rough.
“I can do that,” Peter said, and Chad could feel him smiling into his neck. “Did you know that when I was a teenager my parents sent me to a military academy because I was so out of control? This one time, I…”
Chad listened to Peter’s voice, zoning out and closing his eyes. He still felt awful, but not as empty as he had when Peter was sleeping. Eventually, the rumble of Peter’s voice sending pleasant vibrations through his body, Chad fell asleep.
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