Then Spencer had blindsided him with that admission. What could he have said, though?Do you wanna talk about it?That seemed awfully invasive, considering their minimal acquaintance.
Sighing, Archer soaped up, rinsed off. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips. He wiped off the mirror, then brushed his teeth. He needed a shave, but he’d left his shaving kit in his bag, so it would have to wait until Spencer was out of the room.
Once done, he reached for his shorts only to realize he hadn’t brought them in there. He glanced at the boxer briefs he’d discarded. Try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to put them on.
Fuck.
What the hell was he supposed to do now? It wasn’t like he could just walk in the room and sayOops. Sorry, I’m naked. I forgot my clothes.The guy would likely think Archer was going to assault him.
Shit.
Taking a deep breath, he took a seat on the closed toilet lid and decided to wait Spencer out.
•••••
Was the guy ever going to comeout of the bathroom?
Spencer had to take a piss, and he was hesitant to leave the room to find another bathroom. He’d never been inside the B and B, so he had no idea how the place was designed. Was there a community bathroom? Surely there was. But was it on the first floor or the second? He wasn’t exactly eager to announcehis presence. People already thought the worst of him; no doubt they would believe he’d seduced Archer last night.
He hadn’t.
He’d wanted to, yeah, but he hadn’t. And it was only partially because of his encounter with Jennifer. He’d long ago stopped obsessing about what that bitch did to him. He would never forget it and likely nevernotthink about it from time to time, but he’d stopped obsessing about it years ago.
No, his reason was simple, really. Spencer had absolutely no practice when it came to seduction. He knew how to hit on a man. That was easy. It was what he was known for. He was also damn good at shutting things down, whether by pissing off his potential partner to ensure nothing happened or coming up with an out that usually involved needing to take care of business.
So, yeah, he’d let the opportunity pass him by last night. He’d deemed Archer a good guy and decided not to be a total jackass.
Now, he needed to get on with his day. In order to do that, he needed to take a leak. Problem was, thirty minutes had passed since the water shut off, but Archer hadn’t come out. If the man stayed in there too much longer, Spencer was going to have to do something drastic.
Or he could just knock on the door. Ask to use it.
His bladder was beginning to go into crisis, so he shot to his feet and marched over to the door.
He knocked lightly. “Hey, man. I … uh…”
The door opened, and Spencer came face to chest with Archer Halligan. AshirtlessArcher Halligan.
Jesus, God. All. That. Muscle.
Ah, damn. The man smelled fucking amazing.
“Mind if I…” He gestured toward the bathroom.
“Go on,” Archer said, trading places.
Had Spencer not been seconds from pissing himself, he would’ve taken the opportunity to ogle the impressive body he only got a glimpse of. Instead, he kicked the door closed and beelined for the toilet.
Five minutes later, after he’d washed his hands, finger-brushed his teeth, and splashed water on his face, he came out to find Archer dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, sitting on the bed while he put on sneakers.
“I didn’t mean to kick you outta there,” Spencer told him.
Archer looked up. “I was done.”
“And what? You just thought you’d hide out until I left?”
“It was a thought.”
Well, that told him pretty much everything he needed to know.
