“Shh…we’ll wake Spencer,” Derek said, between kisses.
We were making our way down the hall, laughing quietly and tripping each other up, when someone knocked on the door. Breathless, we both paused, staring at the entrance. “I think it might be Myles,” Derek said, combing his hair back.
“Your zipper.”
He zipped up and walked to the door, then turned to look at me. “Your belt.”
I was fastening my belt when Myles entered. He was pale and seemed anxious. “I interrupted something,” he said, eyeing us. “Sorry.”
Derek shut the door. “Are you coming back to—”
“I just stopped by to get my things.”
“Oh…but—”
“Derek, I can’t talk right now. I need my stuff.” He took his boots off. His coat. “I left my charger here and my laptop.” He walked away, heading down the hall to the guest room.
“What’s going on?” Derek whispered, after Myles had disappeared.
“Did he text you?” I checked the hall.
Derek was looking at his phone. “No…not tonight.”