Chapter Eight
Alex stretched and hit the wall. He blinked and tried to figure out where he was. Mason's! That also explained the slight headache and his desire for greasy food right now.
He opened the blinds and let the light shine into the living room. Nate moaned from the other couch, rolled over, and promptly fell off it. Alex couldn't help but laugh and nearly got tripped as he walked by and Nate reached out and grabbed his foot.
"Stop, I'm going to make some coffee."
"Magic words," Nate said and let go.
Alex stumbled into the kitchen and found the coffee pot and got it going. While it was brewing, he checked his phone, hoping Sam had written him back. No texts, so he checked his email to see if she had written to the other him, nothing on either.
Alex poured a mug of coffee and
