A tingling sensation washed over his body. Someone was in the room. Scanning the shadows, his gaze landed on a figure sitting in the armchair in the corner. “Fuck! You scared the shit out of me,” Marc grumbled. “Yeah, well, we’re even. I never did peg you for a weasel. But I guess I should’ve known better, huh?” “Jesus, man. It’s too fucking early.” “That’s what I thought when I woke up to the sunrise with a splitting headache and a crick in my neck.” Rob raised a hand to rub his neck. “What happened last night?” “You don’t remember?” “No, I remember. I’m just not sure if some of it really happened or…” “The kiss in the pickup?” “So that was real, huh?” A smug grin swept across Rob’s face that even the morning’s dimness couldn’t hide. “Don’t get too cocky. You fell asleep on her. I don’t think she was impressed.” “And you left me in the pickup all night. You fucker!” Marc tensed and waited to see what Rob would do next.
