Andrew woke to the sound of two men, maybe three, arguing close by. He blinked his eyes open and sat up slowly. Wherever he was, he sure as hell wasn’t at home. He looked down at the bed and fingered the blanket beneath him. It was off-white, ultra-soft, and, much to his surprise, it warmed to his touch. He glanced around the room then, taking in the rest of his surroundings as he began to assess just what exactly happened.
Focus, man, focus.
Okay. Wild night of s*x with Dale. Shower in the morning. Oh, yeah…hot but f*****g weird dude sitting on his bed. Tall, sexy as sin. Andrew had been waiting for what he had stupidly hoped was going to be a kiss, but then light…and, goddamn, that roar. Andrew shuddered. It had been an unholy sound, and one he never wanted to hear again.
And now, now
