Nathan
The steam had barely cleared from the bathroom mirror when I stepped back into the guest room I had been put in. My skin was still damp from the hot shower, and the fresh towel slung around my neck clung to my shoulders, already losing its warmth. The room was quiet, dimly lit with the soft glow of a lamp by the window, and the bed behind me looked more inviting by the second.
It made me remember my old bedroom, the intimacy of it. When I stand in it now, the place always looked so small, unlike back then.
Thankfully, the bed in this room wasn't all that small, and would stand under my weight.
I had barely taken two steps into the room fully when the door creaked open and Kyle sauntered in without knocking, as usual, just like he usually does when he visits my office, both at
