When I released him, I heard the man who had connected us with his body moan and collapse on the couch. He had come too, not that I’d noticed or cared. I was still busy staring at Blake like an i***t. I couldn’t say anything, I definitely couldn’t move, but I wanted Lao dressed and out of our suite sooner rather than later. I didn’t want to be rude, but I had no incentive to be pleasant either.
Somehow reading my mind, Blake dragged him to the shower. As they made their way into the smaller bathroom, I went to the other and got cleaned up. I took my time, not wanting to face Blake with that boy wrapped around him anytime soon. I wanted to think about all of this mess, but for some reason couldn’t. My brain was tired and drenched in alcohol, so I closed my eyes and let the water pour over
