Chapter 11
Marcus looks around the bathroom and scowls. No windows. Not even a skylight. What sort of shitty motel doesn’t have an escape route in their bathrooms? How are people supposed to flee their poor choices in the morning? Especially when said poor choices are lying shirtless on the bed and hogging up all the pillows?
Marcus cracks the door open and peers at Sebastian. He’s a little annoyed. Sebastian doesn’t have any creases on his face, he’s not drooling, his hair is carelessly hanging across his forehead. He doesn’t look awkward or sweaty. He looks like a frame from some cheesy coming of age movie.
Meanwhile, Marcus’ curls are flat on one side, and he’s got morning breath that could kill a moose. Life is unfair.
There’s got to be a way for him to sneak out of this room befor
