A self-service coffee bar, open twenty-four hours a day, was also conveniently located in the same vicinity, and he poured himself a large mug. By the end of his writing session, he would easily consume several more; the caffeine provided an essential component to his creative process. This was his daily ritual, and he saw no reason to change even if it was inconvenient for his roommate. Seth had done his best to accommodate Bryce by picking up the phone after one ring to make sure he wasn’t disturbed by the wake-up call, although from the looks of it, the guy was down for the count. Seth had no idea what time Bryce had gotten in last night, but he could guess it was well past midnight. The subtle odor of cigarettes, booze, and male arousal permeated the room, and it didn’t take much to figure out Bryce had been prowling the clubs for a hookup. God, what was it like to live with that kind of sexual appetite? Seth had considered Mark and himself to be average as far as libidos went.
