The next morning, Jake awoke sore but sober. Before he opened his eyes, he felt the warmth of Evan’s body pillowed against his, and he snuggled deeper beneath the covers to hold onto the moment as long as he could. But his bladder had other plans, and after only a minute or two of listening to Evan’s soft snores, Jake had to relieve himself.
In the bathroom he splashed water on his face and chest, then ran his damp hands through his disheveled hair. His eyes didn’t look nearly as bloodshot as they should’ve, but he could almost feel the ghostly remnants of Holly’s house party music mix pounding deep in the base of his skull. Coffee would wake him up a little, he decided. Maybe grab a piece of toast to settle his stomach, then he’d rejoin Evan in bed.
Evan Williams in his bed. Jake had to
