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brief gaze out the window told him it was dark still.
    However, the darkness seemed to echo inside his heart when he realized that this must have been just a pity fuck.
    As if guessing his thoughts, Byron squeezed him tight. “Don’t even think about it. Whatever’s passing through your mind now, it’s all wrong.” Byron took Skylar’s hand and kissed it. “In a few days, once we’re back in LA, we’ll talk about this more. Now obey, and get some sleep.”
    More than the words, Byron’s touch reassured Skylar. He didn’t know what would happen when he awoke, but with Byron by his side, he wasn’t afraid.

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    Daylight arrived before Byron could rest. He wasn’t particularly surprised, nor did he mind all that much. He never slept much in the first place, and he liked watching over Skylar to make sure no harm came to the seahorse.
    But once he fell asleep, Skylar didn’t stir again, and even as he took in Skylar’s beautiful face, Byron found his mind drifting to his predicament. As much as he told himself he could stay away from Skylar, the truth was that the seahorse had become a drug to him. He loved the sweet popping sounds Skylar made during climax, a seahorse noise, yet somewhat still unique and special. The way Skylar’s blond hair framed his face made him look like an angel, Byron’s angel. And especially now that Byron had gotten a taste of his passion, he didn’t think he could go back to being a distant protector.
    Besides, that hadn’t worked out very well in the first place. Byron hated to admit it, but he’d failed Skylar. He’d pushed the seahorse away, and for that reason, Skylar had ended up in harm’s way.
    Byron knew he could not take advantage of Skylar’s vulnerability for his own benefit. Even if he wanted to claim Skylar as his own, it could only happen once Skylar began to get over his trauma and could make an informed decision. As it was, Skylar now clung to him as a natural progression, and that didn’t necessarily mean the seahorse would later be inclined to follow through with a deeper relationship.
    These thoughts, and so much more, tortured Byron until the sun finally peeked through the curtains. In his arms, Skylar began to move slightly.
    His eyes cracked open, and he smiled lazily at Byron. “What time is it?”
    “Around eight o’clock,” Byron replied. He didn’t even have to check the clock on the wall to know.

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    “Oh, we should probably get washed up and dressed for breakfast, huh?”
    Skylar didn’t sound very enthusiastic about the prospect, and Byron couldn’t blame him. He nodded, knowing that they did, indeed, have to face the world.
    “You should probably head to your own room to change,” Skylar added.
    Byron wasn’t very pleased about the suggestion. It would imply leaving Skylar alone, and he didn’t think the seahorse was ready for that yet. “Maybe I should stay until you changed, and we could drop by my room after that.”
    Skylar shook his head. “No, no.” He laughed self-deprecatingly.
    “I admit I’m not very happy with being alone, but I’m not going to get over this by clinging to you every step of the way.”
    Byron acknowledged his lover’s words with a brief nod. “Very well. If that’s what you wish.” He pressed a brief peck to Skylar’s forehead. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he got up.
    He put on his shoes again and grabbed his still-damp shirt, then left the room. Every step he took away from Skylar seemed to hurt physically. He sped up, thankful that he’d been given a room that was reasonably close to Skylar’s. He suspected Garth had a hand in those arrangements. The lynx never tired of trying to convince Byron that he should pursue a relationship with Skylar.
    As if the thought had summoned Garth from thin air, the lynx appeared at the other side of the corridor. Even if he’d have preferred to duck directly into his