Chapter 10
This time, Christopher showered. He countered how ridiculous he felt about it—this was not a date, and boy, was he glad Rev wasn’t around to laugh at his ass now—by pulling on the sweats he slept in and leaving his hair damp. Completely casual. He didn’t even bother with shoes as he stepped across the hall and knocked on the door.
Gage didn’t answer immediately, and when the door finally opened, he wasn’t smiling. “Hey, come on in. I haven’t had the chance to call down and order anything yet.”
He hadn’t changed his clothes yet, either. Christopher stopped at the edge of the bed and watched him rummage around on the desk for the room service menu. The pillows had been pulled out, squashed from being used, but his guitar still sat in its case.
“You all right?”
“Yeah, I guess.
