Chapter 3

“There’s a bathroom right—”

“I spent a year and a half taking group showers. I don’t have much modesty.” Isaac kicked his shoes away and stripped the jumpsuit down his legs, leaving him in simple but hugging underwear with the lights of the Christmas tree reflecting new colors off his tattoos.

Isaac was covered almost everywhere below the neck. He’d always liked the contrast of dark ink to his light hair and pale blue eyes.

Andrew’s gaze said he did too.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Huh?” Andrew blinked at him, as if realizing he’d been staring, and quickly glanced at his phone, while the wine was already half gone in his mug. He frowned at what might have been a text message. “That’s none of your business.”

“Just thought you seemed a little on edge given the time of year.”

“You broke into my house,” Andrew bit back, eyes drifting down Isaac’s body again, which Isaac was taking his time covering with the sweats and T-shirt.