Chapter 14 Tredici

• "Morning, Glenn."
• I was already awake, but I'd been watching Zack and thought about how lucky I was for having him beside me. I liked watching him sleep. The first time we slept together, his mouth was neatly closed, and the way he slept with minimal movement—except when he wanted to hug me—and his eyebrows almost touching, I thought it was all just an image he created to impress me. I was wrong. That was how Zack slept. I once teased him about how well his sleeping style matched his fashion sense, but he turned to me and said that I had a weird fetish for watching him sleep. Well, it WAS a fetish, but unfortunately, it only worked on him.
• "You're sleeping so peacefully. I didn't have the heart to wake you up."