Chapter 2
“Hey man, you all right? You passed out on the deck last night. I had to drag your ass in here and put you to bed.”
Michael looked up and there was Angel, staring down at him, still wearing those damn shorts, his bulge temptingly evident.
“Yeah,” Michael sputtered over his fuzzy tongue and tried to sit up, but the room suddenly spun down then up again. He fell back with a loud groan. “s**t, I’m hungover.”
“I bet,” Angel said as he pushed Michael’s legs over then sat down next to him.
“What happened?” Michael asked as he tried again to get into a semi-vertical position. Angel’s couch was so comfortable that Michael fell back into its softness each time he struggled to get up. Since he felt as if the world was spinning in reverse, this was a particular problem.
“You drank and
