Nate had a shower, threw his clothes into the wardrobe, checked his phone for calls, and messaged his parents that he had arrived. He nervously paced up and down between the window and the door, checked the calls again, then had another shower. He wrapped one of the hotel’s white towels around his waist, then had a look at the minibar’s offer. He ordered champagne from the reception, and while marching up and down inside the room, he chewed on his nails. The chilled champagne soon arrived, but Alex was still nowhere to be found. Real panic was about to overwhelm him when finally there was a knock at the door.
As he opened the door, the tension of the past three months erupted from him with the power of a volcano. His aroused senses were about to snap, and as he took sight of Alex, he real
