Jase found himself imagining the scene—Harry’s massive frame spread across the sofa, those absurdly developed legs splayed wide in the casual entitlement of someone who required extra space as a matter of course, thick arms stretched across the backrest, taking up territory like physical space was something he owned rather than merely occupied.Then, from the corner of his eye, something else caught his attention.A pile of clothes on the floor.Not just any clothes—last night’s clothes.His stomach twisted again, this time from an emotion far more complex than simple hangover nausea. Perhaps caffeine might kickstart his brain into recovering whatever events had transpired between leaving the bar and waking up here, in a bed that wasn’t his own, with only fragments of recollection to guide him.Stumbling with the cautious movements of someone navigating an unfamiliar space in the dark, he made his way into the hallway, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through half-closed blinds. Gay porn He was clad only in his underwear, the rest of his outfit apparently joining Harry’s in the communal discard pile on the floor.Kneeling beside this damning evidence, he reached for Harry’s T-shirt with a hand that wasn’t entirely steady. Jesus Christ.Without conscious intention, his free hand drifted downward, fingertips tracing over the depression in the cushion.
