“Being an undead ghost would be redundant, wouldn’t it?” Colby, also still naked, curled one leg under himself, hugged the other knee, watched Jason: feline and flexible. “And, er, yes. The middle one. Naked. Please.”
“Okay,” Jason said happily. Shirt off. Over his head. Tossed at the loveseat, where it hit the arm and clung, sticking around to watch. Pajama pants—
Hmm. He hadn’t ever put on any sort of underwear, the night before. Then again, Colby had asked, and was now regarding Jason’s bare chest with an expression that suggested the unwrapping of presents.
He decided not to overthink this one. The pants flew over to join his shirt.
Colby’s eyes went even wider. Jason hadn’t thought that’d be possible.
He sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. He wanted to laugh; he wanted to reach
