Chapter 8

Their lips locked, their bodies moved together, spiraling toward their mutual release.

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Sebastian woke facing the digital clock on the nightstand. Seven-thirty. He was alone in the bed, but next to the clock sat a mug with a sticky note stuck to the outside.

Thought you might want coffee. P

Smiling, he sat up and grabbed the mug, smelling a slight hint of hazelnut. He pulled off the sticky and brought the creamy, hot brew to his lips.

“Fucking heavenly,” he said out loud. How sweet was it that Pablo had brought him coffee?

As he got out of bed he realized he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. That explained where Pablo had gotten off to, but he seriously needed to take a leak before drinking too much more liquid.

Setting his mug of coffee down on the dresser, Sebastian went to the bathroom door and tried the knob. It turned easily.

“Pablo? I gotta pee,” he said as he stepped inside.