“Your friends—our friends—anyway some of them will be here in a few to take you out.”
“What are you talking about? Out? Out where?”
“The guys know you just got scheduled off the next two days—because I told them—so they’re picking you up for a surprise bachelor party.”
“What? And you’re okay with this?” asked Pad after he spit out the toothpaste. “It’s kinda late. I’m tired and I don’t want to spend any money.”
“Jack thought you’d like to go out and dance. Jack’s paying so is Liam. You need to go and blow off steam before you turn into groom-zilla.”
“You didn’t really answer my question.”
RJ moved toward Pad, pressed his still clothed body against him, and forced down the towel off Pad’s hips. He lunged his groin forward a little, causing Pad to lurch slightly into the sink and countertop. “Yes, I’m okay with you going out. I trust you, babe.”
“What about, you know?” Pad cocked his head to indicate the bed.