Page 4 of Past Lovers

After sneaking into his room, he slipped into the shower. He stood under the spray, dazed and confused.

What the hell happened last night?

He wasn’t sure he was upset because it had happened or that he didn’t remember any of it.

Adam was still standing there when the water went lukewarm. He quickly washed, careful around his sore bottom. After he was washed and dried, he threw on some sweats, his head pounding and mouth dry.

Chancing it, he headed for the kitchenette in search of Tylenol and water. The coast was still clear. He found an almost empty bottle of pills and snagged a bottle of water from the fridge. After gulping half the thing down, along with three pills, he felt a nudge to the side.

“I need some of that,” Clay murmured, reaching for his own bottle. Adam took a step back and looked at his best friend.

Clay was only clad in a pair of briefs, his whole body on display. Adam had never looked at him like that… had never seen him as anything more than a friend. It was hard to see him as anything else… but now…

Adam handed over the bottle of Tylenol, which Clay took with a sigh.

“What the hell happened last night?”

Adam couldn’t look at Clay. He shrugged. “Don’t remember much.”

Clay was silent as he guzzled the water and a few pills. “Melanie’s in my bed. How did that happen?”

Adam shook his head, still avoiding Clay’s gaze. “Dunno.”

Clay nudged his arm. “You good, man?”

Adam nodded. “Just feel a bit sick.”

“This is why I prefer to stay home,” Clay said with a hint of humor in his voice. “Now I gotta try to get rid of her. Again.”

Adam nodded. “Good luck.”

“I could use some help,” Clay murmured.

“I’m going back to bed,” Adam answered.Where I can go die.

“Thanks,” Clay said before wandering back to his room.

Adam stared at Clay’s ass the whole way. He wasn’t sure why. Yet he couldn’t look away, either.

What the actual fuck?

Adam was a little relieved. It seemed Clay hadn’t remembered anything—and Melanie hadn’t helped.

Yet.

It could just be a matter of time.

A few minutes later, the bane of his existence made her own appearance. She walked past him in a pair of panties and one of Clay’s t-shirts and opened the fridge.

“You didn’t tell him?”

Melanie turned, a water in her hand. She smiled prettily, her teeth taking on a feral look. “Tell him what?”

Adam sighed, irritated.

“Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch,” she said. “I won’t tell him anything… provided you help me with something.”

Adam eyed her. “What?”

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