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Connor raised his eyes skyward. Damn his alternate for being such a fucking concerned citizen. He checked to make sure the bathroom door was tightly shut, then opened the door. “Uhh, nothing. Just tripped and bumped into the lamp.”

“Oh.” Graham squinted. “Wait, I thought this was Jesse’s room.”

Fuck me,Connor thought wildly. “Uhh, we switched rooms. Said the room didn’t feel right to him. Goalie thing. They’re superstitious, you know.”

“Right.” Graham nodded. “I suppose that makes sense.”

“Anyway, nothing to worry about. Everything’s fine in here,” Connor assured him.

“Cool.”

They stared at each other for a moment.

“Do you need something else?” Connor asked.

“Oh. No. I was playing video games with the guys and heading back to my room when I heard the crash.”

“Just a lamp,” Connor assured him. “And it didn’t break, so we’re fine. I’m fine.”

“Great.” Graham ruffled a hand through his hair. “Well, have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too. Thanks for checking up on me.”

“Sure. No prob. G’night.”

Graham disappeared down the hall and Connor shut the door behind him, letting his forehead thunk gently against it.

Wow, he was bad at this lying thing.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

After it was clear Graham was gone, Jesse flushed the toilet, then flipped on the water in the shower.

Connor poked his head through the door a moment later. “You hear all that?”

“Yeah,” Jesse said. “We good?”

“I think so. I’m a shitty liar but I think he bought it.”

Connor really was terrible, but that was honestly kind of endearing. “Good. Want to join me in the shower?”

“I just took one,” Connor said, gesturing to the towel he still wore.

“You can never get too clean,” Jesse assured him.

Connor grumbled, but he joined him in the bathroom, then tossed his towel on the sink. “Sure. Why not?”

Jesse grinned and stepped into the shower. Connor was so easy for him.

Jesse had no complaints when Connor wrapped around him from behind, pulling their bodies tightly together.

“Hey, was everything good earlier?” he asked, the words muffled against Jesse’s skin.

“Huh?” Jesse asked.

“In bed.”

Connor sounded bashful all of a sudden and Jesse had to stifle a smile. The guy would lick his ass and fuck him six ways until Sunday, but talking about it made him all awkward?Cute.

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