Yawning so widely his jaw cracked, Euan shuffled into the bathroom. He hated early morning starts, but he was on the breakfast shift in the restaurant, and since that catered to the motel guests as well as any other visitors in town, there was little choice in the matter. He hummed with pleasure as the warm water poured over him, plastering his hair to his head and sending rivulets cascading over his chest.
At times like this he was glad his chest was as smooth as a baby’s. Euan felt it was so much easier when it came to grooming. Euan knew he was fastidious, even down to manscaping. He kept his body hair to a minimum to feel clean. He’d put his hair into a ponytail. Since he’d have on a chef’s cap in the kitchen, and the heat would dry his hair in no time.
Switching off the water Euan t
