"Ronan turned over and spooned with him, his body melding perfectly with his lover’s. Sliding closer, Ronan threw his arm over Ty and for some time just watched him sleep. Then he nuzzled Ty’s neck and shoulder, delighting in his wonderful scent. It was faint and pleasant, not too striking or too overwhelming—just fresh and clean. The scent beckoned, and Ronan answered, pressing his lips into Ty’s neck and kissing it softly. “Did the alarm go off yet?” Ty mumbled as Ronan kissed his shoulder. “It did.” Ty leaned up from the bed. “What time is it? Are we going to be late?” Ronan sighed and rolled away. The late-afternoon sun now cast a faint yellow hue over the bedroom, which made it warmer. “It’s only five p.m. We both have an hour until we have to report in.” Ty yawned and then coughed. He lurched forward but was held still by Ronan. “Sergeant, you can release me. I’m only going to take a shower and get dressed.” He laughed and sprang out of bed."