Vin slung his suitcase across the room, grinning as it hit the bed, teetered, and fell over. “Make yourself at home.”
Beau lingered in the hall, his bag still on his shoulder. “Where do you want me to sleep?”
“With me, dumbass,” Vin sighed. “Seriously, you have to ask that?” He waved at the bed, a king-sized with pillows and blankets spread in a half-hearted attempt at having been made. At least the sheets were clean. Relatively.
Beau shrugged one shoulder and let his bag slip to the floor. “I wasn’t sure, you know. I don’t want to impose.”
Vin’s mouth dropped open. “You’re f*****g kidding me.”
Beau’s mouth twisted in attempt to hide his smile. “Well, you know.” He ducked his head, adorable and shy.
Vin laughed. “You are joking. Christ, I hope you’re not attached to that T-shirt, bec
