You getting absolutely wrecked. Gay sex And after that?” he pressed, trying to fill in the crucial gaps in his timeline.Harry’s brow furrowed slightly, genuine concentration briefly replacing his usual mask of casual indifference. “Might use it for a thirst trap later.” The statement contained no irony or self-consciousness, just the practical consideration of someone evaluating content for its social media potential.Jase snorted, shaking his head at Harry’s matter-of-fact narcissism. A photo had appeared in his feed—a close-up shot of a chest so massive, so perfectly developed, that it seemed almost unreal in its proportions. “Damn right they were lucky,” he agreed, falling into their usual pattern of banter with grateful ease. Harry had been conscious and aware during moments Jase had assumed were safely hidden behind the veil of mutual intoxication.Jase knew he should brush it off, should maintain his denial, should retreat to safer conversational ground. But Jase wasn’t in a position to push for greater transparency, not when his own recollection was a void of nothingness where crucial memories should have been.He forced himself to relax, exhaling slowly as he picked up his phone from the coffee table with deliberate casualness.Time for the dreaded post-night-out tradition that had become a staple of modern socializing—scrolling through the photographic evidence to assess
