Chapter 15
With the edge of a washcloth, Corey wiped the steam from the mirror above the sink and frowned at the young man staring back at him. His skin was flushed from the heat of the shower, his hair a dark blonde where it molded flat against his head. He thought he’d heard the door to the room open while he was in the shower, but he remembered the way Ian had reacted yesterday and didn’t think he should just waltz into the room dressed in nothing but a towel. Much as he’d like to whip off the towel, wrap it around Ian’s waist, and reel him in close, Corey didn’t think it would be a good idea just yet. Their relationship was tenuous enough already.
Instead he rubbed the cloth over his head, shaking the water from his hair, then frowned at his reflection as he dried off his arms and ch
