Chapter 18In the shower, Wolfe quickly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and turned the water off. He was going to be late if he didn’t hurry up. He grabbed one of Gaspard’s towels from the rack and wiped down the mirror, looking at his reflection, catching the gleam in his eye. Last night, Gaspard and he had had a wild night. He was sore and loose, feeling giddy with happiness. Was this the real thing? Was he finally tasting true love?
He tried to steady his heart. To keep his wits. Didn’t want to scare Gaspard off.
“Wolfe, sweetheart, you better get a move on,” Gaspard said, close to the door. “It’s almost eight.”
Oh, God, he loved it when Gaspard called him sweetheart. “Yeah, I’m getting dressed.” Wolfe looked around for his clothes. He’d forgotten them in the bedroom. “Gaspard, can
