“That did help, some,” Mark admitted several hours later as he sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes and socks.
Paul sat on the other side doing the same thing. He nodded, apparently realized Mark couldn’t see him and agreed aloud that it had. “You can use the bathroom first. I just heard his door close, so he’s finished in there.”
“No, go ahead. Just leave some hot water.”
Since Paul was closer to the dresser, he went over, took out a pair of sweat pants then left the room. Mark watched him, waited until he’d shut the door, then quickly made a beeline to the dresser and stopped dead.
I don’t have any sweats. Now what?
Opting for the next best choice, he dug out an old, well-worn pair of cutoff jeans from the closet and hurriedly undressed before pulling them on.
This shou
