Chapter 7
“You were never a boy scout, were you?”
“No, I wasn’t. Your point?”
Sam grinned. “I was, counselor.”
“Wait. Are you saying—?”
Sam went to his suitcase, which he’d already packed in anticipation of leaving today, but of course that wasn’t happening. He hoisted it onto the bed and unzipped it, then pulled out a strip of condoms and a mostly full container of lube. He held them out triumphantly.
“Hopefully this is enough condoms,” Sam said with a quick grin.
Lincoln arched his brows. “How many?”
Sam rolled his eyes and counted. “Fifteen. I’m guessing in the amount of time we’ll likely be stuck here, these will last.”
Linc shook his head, but smiled. “Pretty sure we’ll manage.” He looked at the supplies Sam held. “We’re really going to do this?”
“Again with this?” Sam chuckled to cover his frustration. Just when he thought he was finally going to get somewhere with Linc, his friend held back. “You don’t want to?”
“Fuck, yeah. I do. But—”