(Anthony's Point of View)
I'm trying to hold myself back from kissing him. I try to think of doing him a favor, but I'm probably making it worse. My phone rings, I don't need to look at the caller I.D. to know who it is. I look at Ian, I excuse myself and go to the bathroom.
"What, Josh?!?" I asked wanting to get back to Ian.
"Have you started phase two?" his voice thick and masculine.
"Not yet," and I don't plan to, I wanted to add.
"Anthony, get started or tell every one your a-" I cut him right there.
"Okay I get it," I say in a bored tone.
"Good," he said and the line went dead.
I go back to the living room and Ian has seemed to have fallen asleep. I pick him up bridal style, I carry him to my room. I set him on the bed. I take a pillow and blanket, I soon to fallen asleep on the floor.
I was awoken by the cries of Ian. I climb into bed with him his whimpers stop and he nestles his head into my neck. I wrap my arms around his waist. I fell back asleep with him in my arms.
