Bab 11: Chapter 11

By the time he returned to the bedroom, Harvey had deposited the tray on the desk against the wall. Zach smiled when he saw it. “I guess I should get back in bed, then?”

“You’re my guest. I’m spoiling you while I can.” He waited until Zach had set the coffee on the nightstand and sat in his previous spot, his back up against the solid oak headboard. “You want a little bit of everything?”

Zach’s gaze lingered on Harvey’s shoulders and arms—pale skin stretched taut over defined muscles. “Yes, thanks. I’d say that you didn’t have to do all this, but I can’t complain about being spoiled.”