Where the fuck was he?
He was dressed, so that was good, but he didn’t have shoes on.
He could see the room he was in from the sunlight coming from beneath the blinds. It was a bedroom. Aside from the bed, there was a small desk with a chair and a dresser, art on the walls. The door was ajar, and he heard voices coming from beyond it.
Okay.
Okay, think.
He’d gone home with the couple from the coffee shop and tacos. Silas and Bran.
Had he fallen asleep? How had he gotten up here?
“Do you think he’s awake yet?”
“Well, if he’s not, the scent of bacon and pancakes should do it.”
“Chocolate chip or blueberry?”
“What the hell, I’ll make some of each.”
“Mmm. You do love me.”
God, how embarrassing. He crept out of the bedroom, searching for a bathroom, because he needed to pee, so badly.
“Jamie? Is that you?” The dark-haired one peeked from around an open door and gave him a grin. “Youareawake!”
“I am. I’m so sorry. Is there… can I please borrow your bathroom?”
The silver-haired fox appeared, pushing past Silas into the hall. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, boy. And the bathroom is the door next to yours. Feel free to have a shower if you feel the need. There’s plenty of soap, shampoo, and towels.”
“I… I don’t have anything to change into…” And he hated putting dirty clothes on clean skin.
“I’ve got sweatpants with a drawstring you could borrow, along with a T-shirt while we wash your clothing,” Silas suggested.
“Do you? I… Are you sure you don’t mind? I hate being a trouble.” But he wanted a shower, so badly.
The silver fox waved his hand. “You’re no trouble at all. Just one question before you go—chocolate or blueberry?”
“Is yes wrong?”
Bran chuckled, and Silas was grinning like crazy behind him. “Silas would say that it’s exactly the right answer. That’s two votes for both, so both it is.”
“See?” Silas bounced. “I told you!”
Bran chuckled, giving Silas a fond look. They were truly adorable together.
“I’ll be very fast.” He was used to that now. He couldn’t believe that ten years ago he was a television star, that he had been living in LA, in a huge house with his folks.
The words “Take as long as you want,” chased him into the bathroom.
He went in and stripped down, finding the bathroom to be clean and perfectly comfortable. The shower was a decent size,and he just took a moment to let the hot water pour down over him. There was good pressure, too. Between that and the heat, he knew he wasn’t back at the house he shared with his eleven roommates, and it felt really decadent.
He washed his hair, cleaned himself off, then turned off the water, realizing as he did that he hadn’t gotten the sweats.
Grabbing a towel as he stepped out of the shower, he noticed that between the soap and the towel, he could smell the guys and it was… really nice. He wrapped the towel around his body and opened the bathroom door a crack. On the floor in front of the door was a neat pile of clothes.
So sweet.