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wide, vibrant red line behind? Kind of like leaving his mark in the world, one final testament. I have walked these shores, bear witness. A snort tore itself free from his throat; he couldn’t believe the stupid path his own thoughts had taken.

    The vibrant red lost its appeal, his eyes slowly glazing over. The world was falling away one dark dot at a time. His brain, however, was gearing up again. He couldn’t go to sleep; there was something he still had to do!

    His forehead creased and a frown marred his pretty face.

    Shouts rang through the air, but he barely noticed the commotion around him.

    Blond hair drifted into his vision, followed by vivid blue. Blue? Jayden blinked, trying very hard to focus. Yes, blue eyes peered down at him, and for a moment, his lips moved, tugging into a soft smile.

    “You’ve got a cute nose,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, and it was true. The guy was like a blond angel with the cutest nose he had ever seen.

    When the blond stranger came closer, the dark dots dancing in Jayden’s vision finally succeeded in claiming world domination. When they took over, darkness was the only thing left. Deep down, though, in the furthest reaches of Jayden’s mind, a puzzle piece that had been missing slotted into place.

Chapter Two

    Sunny warmth on his face, gently stroking his skin… he hummed, stretching languidly, body and mind slowly rising from the darkness of sleep.

    His forehead wrinkled, and even only half conscious, he knew something wasn’t quite right. A thought was nagging him, poking at the back of his mind. Where was he? Surely he hadn’t fallen asleep after his last customer. He carefully moved, still halfway asleep, his fingertips grazing the bed sheets. Soft, silken… not his sheets, then, because never in his lifetime would he be able to afford sheets like this.

    He couldn’t focus on the thought, though, since the unexpected sunrays kept warming his face, stroking his nose.

    And was it daylight already? What was going on?

    He shifted again, his body moving carefully, as if in his semiconscious state he was still aware of needing to pay attention to something. But what? His forehead creased, confusion flittering through his mind while he slowly rose even further from the recesses of sleep. He usually slept deeply, and waking up was a chore for him, which was why working at nights wasn’t such a hardship. He stretched his legs, back starting to arch because every morning he liked to pull his body taut like a well-coiled spring before going lax again when he was finally ready to embrace the day.

    But not today. Why?

    He aborted his movements midarch, body tensing anxiously as he waited for… pain?

    Why would he…?

    He had gotten stabbed!

    The events from the night before crashed over him like a tidal wave. His eyes flew open and then he practically leaped off the bed, totally forgetting about his injury in his nearly mindless panic.

    “Oh, no, you don’t,” a strong voice replied from nearby, and suddenly someone was pushing him back down and the light was fading once more, darkness descending yet again.

    He idly noted, though, that the reason why it had been so bright, why he had been able to feel so much warmth on his face, was because night had already passed, giving way to the next day. Judging from how high the fiery ball was hanging in the sky, it must be close to midmorning.

    He managed a confused sort of sound before passing out again.

    When his mind struggled once more to break free from the chains of sleep, he was already aware of quite a few things, making his second awakening in a strange place way less confusing and scary.

    Still, his unease remained.

    He wasn’t ready yet to open his eyes, though, so he quietly twitched in the bed, noting how the silken sheets were rustling, feeling both cool and warm against his naked skin.

    In all his life he had never come across something this sensual, this pleasurable, against his bare