Page 11 of Isaiah and Jameson
“I hope to be that, for sure.” Jameson pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and he was almost disappointed when Jameson let go. “Thank you for giving me a place.”
“Of course. I hope you’re happy here. You’re doing me a huge favor.” Now he would seem to be someone to be respected instead of the final son.
“Let’s do that favor for each other.” Jameson touched his cheek one last time before sitting up. “Dawn is coming.”
“Is it?” That was so quick. He sat up, embarrassed. He would stay in his quarters tomorrow, he thought, and read. “Of course. I’ll give you your privacy. If you need anything, please let Diego know.”
“Thank you.” That smile warmed him, made him feel less awkward. “I’m still early to bed, embarrassing as it is.”
“Rest well. Good night.” He slid from the bed, taking his glass of wine with him as he escaped.
He would have to rest, remember his control, remember who he was.
If he wasn’t careful, Jameson could become a dangerous addiction, and he didn’t need that at all. Not with his crazy family around.
