Nick woke up the next morning in a bed he knew wasn't his. Even half-awake, he knew because the sun didn’t hit the window quite the right way, and the scent of the sheets was familiar and comforting, but not his. He opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. On his left was Colin, still deep in his slumber under the covers. His hair was disheveled and he was lightly snoring, but Nick thought he still looked amazing. Nick found himself wearing just boxers.
On a normal day, he would feel extremely self-conscious and immediately try to get dressed, but given the events of last night, it would be futile to cover up now.
Last night, he saw a side of Colin and himself that he hadn't seen before. He was never much for personal affection—maybe it was because he never received much as a child—
