The next morning Greg wakes feeling like s**t. There’s a stabbing pain behind his right eye that gets worse when he turns on the light, and his balls throb as if disappointed Trey isn’t sharing his bed. Now that he’s slept on it, he thinks he might have made a mistake. He needs to find Trey and apologize—is there anything he can say or do that will bring them back to where they had been the night before? Or did he just blow his chances with only the hottest guy he’s seen in a long time?
He doesn’t know, but God, he hopes not.
A hot shower invigorates him, and he takes a couple aspirin to chase away the headache. Then he dresses in light khakis and a dark shirt with the Hermitage’s logo on the left breast. Despite what happened between himself and Trey, he still expects to caddy for the g
