The loft contained a bentwood frame bed, covered with a blue and green quilt, a couple of night stands, and a dresser. The left side of the loft was a very modern bathroom. Tristan kicked off his shoes and watched Brian gingerly unzipping his suitcase. Nothing leaped out.
Once the suitcase was fully opened though, Brian dangled a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs from one finger. “Trust my sister to always follow through on a threat.”
“I think maybe I like my non-fuzzy ones better.”
“On me?”
Tristan reached out and pulled Brian’s shirt loose from his jeans. “No, not on you, unless you want to venture down that path.”
“Not particularly. I will happily blow you in a closet in a busy hotel as you well know, not so much into the bondage end of things.”
“Just thought I’d offer.” Tristan slid h
