Later on, Matt got ready to go. That just meant he was wearing a different shorts and t-shirt combination. Of course he looked hot in anything.
Bailey wanted to ask him where he was going, who he was going out with, but he didn't let himself pry. He wanted Matt to feel comfortable living there, and an interrogation before he went out wouldn't help with that. He was dying to know though.
Late into the night, Bailey was still up splitting his time between not reading a book and not watching what he had playing on the TV. Though he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't help waiting for Matt to come home.
His friend from work, Verna, texted with him and demanded some pics of the beach house and the view from the beach house. Because he was a good friend, Bailey also sent her a picture ofMatt and Joey playing beach basketball. She really appreciated that.
"That is a pretty view," she texted back. "You're living the life, and I'm so jealous."
After that, Bailey talked to his friend Kyle, updating him on what he had been up to, how he was now staying at the beach house. This was the first time Kyle was hearing about him hiring a manny and he had words of wisdom.
"That manny better be butt ugly."
"He is the opposite, as opposite as it gets," Bailey informed him.
Kyle didn't mince words about that either. "You fool, you utter fool."
Bailey laughed, and he couldn't say that Kyle was wrong. "Matt is a great guy first, and everything else second. He's a big help and I really respect his work ethic. It's unmatched."
"Oh, my god. You're in love," Kyle gasped.
"That's what you heard? That was respect, maybe some admiration," Bailey insisted then he wanted to get off the subject of Matt. "Now let's stop talking about it and you tell me what bad decisions you've been making so I can judge you."
They talked for some time longer, and then Bailey went back to trying to read. After a while, he noticed how late it was and he wondered if Matt might stay out all night. It would hardly be surprising. At least then he wouldn't catch Bailey staying up to wait for him.
Deciding to go to bed, Bailey got up but went out on the porch first. It was nice to look out at the beach and the ocean before going to sleep. He breathed in deep, taking in the salty sea breeze, feeling the cool night air.
Just as he was about to go back inside, Bailey noticed something on the beach. No, it was someone lying right where the sand rose so he didn't notice him right away.
Going over, it took only a few steps and he saw a blond head. That made him think it might be Matt and he started running. It was Matt though he was shirtless.
"Matt?" Bailey said, kneeling next to him. "Are you okay?"
Matt moved sleepily, and his eyes opened slowly. "Hey," he said, his voice low and a smile on his face.
"Are you alright?" Bailey asked again and leaned over him.
"I'm good," Matt said and he stretched out on the sand, the muscles of his chest and arms on display. Bailey tried not to stare. He was worried about him, but maybe he was just drunk.
"Matt, are you drunk?"
Matt grinned up at him. "You bet I am. But I'm not passed out drunk. I'm good," he claimed though he was slurring his words as he explained himself. "I just didn't want to come in all drunk and clumsy and disturb you guys."
"Were you going to lie on the beach all night?" Bailey asked.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Matt says. "When things got to be too much, you know."
Bailey didn't know but it made him worry that Matt was finding working for him stressful. He was smiling at Bailey now though.
"Come inside," Bailey told him.
"But everything is spinning," Matt moaned.
"I'll help you," Bailey said but when he tried, Matt pulled him down on top of him and laughed.
"Did you do that on purpose?" Bailey asks as he experienced way too much physical contact and bare skin.
As Bailey pulled away, Matt smiled at him and put his muscular arm around him. He was pulling him down again and holding him even closer. With his free hand, Matt caressed Baileys hair and face taking away his ability to speak or to move away even an inch.
