I WAKE UP with the late morning sun streaming through slits in the curtains that are haphazardly drawn closed. I stretch my body, fingers hitting the headboard and my toes poking out from beneath the sheets.
The shower is running and the room is thick with humidity.
“Keelin, be downstairs in fifteen minutes!” someone yells as they bang on the door, the voice jarring me awake further. The shower turns off and a distant curse drifts on the clouds of steam. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Keelin stands in the doorway, hair still dripping with water, his well-sculpted chest glistens, and that delicious smile on his face grows bigger as he watches me watching him.
I vaguely remember stumbling through the hotel lobby, Keelin’s hair threaded through my fingers, his body pinning me to th
