Beau slid out of the thin dorm bed. Chaz was already snuggling back into the warmth of blankets overheated by s*x. Beau slid into his jeans, trying not to notice that the knee was completely torn out by this point until his foot almost kicked through it by accident. He didn’t have the money for new jeans.
“Don’t f’rget to take the rubber band off the door when you go,” Chaz said. He puffed up his flat pillow and snuggled into it.
“I won’t.” They never actually slept together, after s*x or otherwise. It was easy to tell himself it was the tiny, twin-sized dorm beds. Or roommate issues. Yeah, those were reasons. But they might not be the whole reason.
Chaz’s roommate was out, late-night study group, and Beau’d gotten the text just before he was ready to settle in with some of his reading—
