Zack had taken Michael to his suite where they'd spent hours talking, feeling their way toward each other, equally hungry for details about then other person. It had been an agonizing night for both of them as they tried to figure out this unexpected relationship, both venting their bitterness that Bailey had kept them from each other.
By four in the morning, they still had no answers, but exhaustion overtook them. Michael conked out on the couch, and Zack lay down in his bed, sure he'd never be able to sleep. He was shocked when he opened his eyes again and saw it was morning and Michael was standing in the bedroom doorway.
"I used one of the toothbrushes in your bathroom," he said. "Hope that's okay."
"Of course." He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. "I could use a hot show
