When Lucian looked again, Shea was dressed in nothing but the black pajama pants and the wide band of the Cartier watch. The red of the armored heart stood out against dark skin, and yards of broad shoulder rippled when Shea grinned sheepishly at Lucian, raking his fingers through shaggy curls to get the hair out of his eyes. “Don’t happen to have a toothbrush, too? Kinda new to this. Overnights were at my house, and I usually passed out on the floor in your apartment at school.”
“Of course,” Lucian said, ignoring his husky inflection. He led Shea into the master suite’s bathroom with the imported Grecian tile, soaking tub, stone shower, and dual marble sinks. Lucian showed Shea where he kept extra provisions, and discovered that standing in his bathroom brushing his teeth in sync with Sh
