Synopsis
Lowell's eyes fluttered open. His vision swam into focus on a broad chest, right there in front of him. Still half-asleep, he moved without thinking, his palm meeting solid muscle. Through the fog of sleep, he felt the urge to test it, pressing his fingers against it a couple times before his eyes traveled upward to the dark hair above. He reached up and touched it softly, the way you'd touch someone you were close to. 'This can't be right. He never had a chest like this. And we broke things off way back.' As his head cleared, Lowell took…
