Chapter 2Robin had just put on some music—and then hastily his shorts—when the delicate harmonies of Simon and Garfunkel were suddenly disturbed by a sharp rap at the door.
“I’ve always loved this song,” Hendrix said.
And you came all the way back here to listen to it? Robin wanted to ask.
“Silence…” Hendrix faded off, standing there dripping wet as if he’d stood at the door quite a while before knocking. “I stood here quite a while before knocking.”
Fuck me if the kid can read my mind, Robin thought.
“That’s what you were thinking, right?” Hendrix asked.
Robin raised a brow—just the one, a skill he had mastered somewhere along the line—because what he’d been thinking by then was how close the door was to the bedroom window, and how the curtains hung wide open.
“I…um…barely made it
