“Stay put, damn you.” Of course it wouldn’t, and it really didn’t matter anyway since it would be dark. And it’s not as if Shane would care what his hair looked like. Maybe he should just have another shower and let it curl naturally. Frowning at himself in the bathroom mirror, Rafa imagined it. Ch-ch-ch-Chia. He snapped off the bathroom light and grabbed his burgundy hoodie. It had been a little cooler that day, and he might need it down by the water. He zipped it over his tee and hesitated. Maybe he should wear nicer clothes like usual. He hoped they wouldn’t encounter anyone, but what if they did? So what if you do? No one will care, you freak. And Shane’s seen you in your boxers. What does it matter? The thought of being in his underwear in front of Shane predictably made his dick swell, even if there’d been nothing sexual about it. Checking his watch, Rafa considered jerking off before going downstairs—it wouldn’t take much—but it was almost midnight.
