Emmett found an inexpensive hotel and checked them in, and the first order of business was showers—separate showers—for both of them. By the time Emmett was done with his shower, Keegan was asleep on top of the covers of the king-sized bed, curled like a kitten with a towel around his waist. Emmett smiled, looking at him, and put on a clean pair of briefs, then set about turning off the lights. His final order of business was to pull down the comforter and roll Keegan in, stripping him of the towel as he did so. “No, dammit,” Keegan mumbled. “There was… sex. Wanna sex.” “Cuddles, Kee. Let’s do cuddles.” Emmett slid into bed next to him and started kissing the bare skin of his shoulder. His own eyes were drifting closed, but he wanted a taste—the silken rasp of skin, the warm feel of flesh. Keegan lay, sleepy and barely responsive, and Emmett ran his hands over his back, his arms, his bare bottom, his flank, and then back up where he massaged Keegan’s scalp under his hair.
