“Come back down afterwards?” Sebastian had asked. He’d been standing in the doorway of his apartment, looking about eight thousand times sexier than he’d ever looked before, the reasoning of that completely beyond Owen’s comprehension. Owen had wanted a shower and a shave, and the chance to get the gross slick feeling off his teeth. But there had been no hesitation to his reply. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
He’d all but skipped up the stairs; feeling like the weight of several worlds had been removed from his shoulders. There had been a breeze that the strangely placed window had managed to find, which gave the apartment a hint of cool at least, and the sun was doing some very cool design work with the cracks in the glass. Brilliant prisms coloured the hardwood in thin rainbows strips, and when
