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I burst out laughing and, rightly so, Danny looked at me as if I were crazy. “Let’s go inside.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Danny

We entered the house and went directly into the bathroom to discard our clothes and wash up. After we were both standing in our underwear, I realized one of us would have to go first.

“Go ahead, you have more of a mess than I do.”

Alex looked at his hands, the blood dry and crusty. “Yeah…”

I started picking up the clothes and tossing them into a garbage bag but realized Alex hadn’t gotten into the shower.

“Want me to turn it on so you don’t get crap all over it?”

His head tilted, and there was a contemplative expression on his face. “Sure.”

I moved the bag and turned on the water. “It’ll be warm in like a second, go ahead.”

I scooped up the bag and was about the leave, but I noticed Alex was just standing there, not getting into the shower. He was watching me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Where are you going?”

I lifted the bag. “Gonna bring this to the garage. The cleaners will come get it in the morning.”

“What are you going to do after that?”

He was acting weird, but it had been a strange day. Seeing him break into so many pieces tonight had been hard to witness, and yet I was so grateful to have been there for him.

“I’ll take a shower once you’re done. Are you hungry? I can order something or make⁠—”

“You could just shower with me.”

I’d never had one of those record-scratching moments in my life until now. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

He shrugged. “It’s really late, we’re dirty, tired, and hungry. If we wash up together, we’ll be done sooner and can eat and sleep.”

It was the lamest explanation I’d ever heard. “You want me to get into the shower with you?”

To my surprise, he smiled. “That’s what I said.”

“Is it that you need help? Are you hurt? I can go get my swim trunks, and then I’ll help you.” I was absolutely rambling.

“Danny.” He was calm. “No swim trunks, just get in here.” He turned, dropped his briefs, and stepped into the shower, leaving me standing there gawking at my best friend.

Naked. Wet. With Alex, in a shower? I’d get hard. My cock jerked in my briefs…I was already getting hard.

“Stop overthinking it, Danny, and get in here.”

Right. Okay. I dropped the bag and walked right into the shower without stopping so I didn’t talk myself out of it.

Alex faced me and his eyes dropped. “Uh, you still have your underwear on.”

“Mmhmm.”

He reached out and snapped the waistband of my briefs, and I yelped…I wasn’t proud of that.