The drapes were closed against the wintry weather, but snuggled up to Zane, Rory was plenty warm enough.
The show ended. Zane clicked off the set and stretched. “Okay if I take a shower?”
“Of course. Did you bring a change of clothes?”
“Oh, uh, no.” Zane’s face fell then moments later brightened. “Still got all my clean laundry from Mom in the truck.”
The bunkhouse had a perfectly good washer and dryer but thinking about it, Rory couldn’t ever recall Zane using it.
Rather than getting dressed to go out to his truck, Zane decided to just put on his duster. Did the man know he was turning Rory on?
“Fuck! It’s freezing out there!” Zane said, coming back into the room, carrying two large sacks of clothing.
“Well, strip off your wet things and go jump in the shower.” Rory helped Zane out of his duster and hung it up. It was so long however that it pooled on the floor. Maybe he could hang it in the shower after Zane had finished.