Three fucking a.m. in the morning. He has tossed and turned for hours. He shouldn’t have a care in the world. He should be on top of the fucking world but he’s not. Nope. He’s in the luxury ocean-side condo, minutes from the beach, in bed next to the guy he has the hots for.
Wait, correct that. He’s not in bed next to the guy he has the hots for. He’s in the second bed in their double room.
He’d insisted on them getting a queen because it was about fifty bucks cheaper but Clark had insisted that they could afford the two beds.
So there he was, at three in the morning having gotten not a lick of sleep the entire night. Shucking the covers off, he moved to the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. Grabbing his cigarettes, he leaned against the railing as he inhaled the smoke, listening to the waves crash on the shore below.
To Be Continued…