The next thing Rory was aware of was Zane sitting up and rolling off the bed, still holding tightly to Rory.
“Where’re we going?”
“Bathroom.” Zane started walking across the room.
“Can walk.”
“Like carrying you.” Zane kissed Rory’s cheek.
“Good, ’cause I like it when you carry me.”
When Zane opened the bedroom door and strode into the hallway, Rory’s sleep-fogged brain suddenly came to full alert when he realized two things almost simultaneously. Zane’s mother was walking towards them carrying a stack of towels, and he and Zane were completely naked. Naked and covered with his come. If Rory could, he’d have climbed inside Zane to hide. He had to settle for pressing his face into Zane’s shoulder.
“Forgot to bring these up earlier,” Brenda said, no doubt referring to the towels. She didn’t sound shocked, not that Rory was going to confirm this by looking at her. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to face the woman again.
“Thanks, Mom. Me and Ror’s gonna take a shower.”