**
Will opted for the stairs when he got back to the hotel around a quarter to four a.m. His colleagues were in different wings so they’d parted ways in the lobby with some laughing uproariously and others acting drunk. After all, they were young men in Australia just to party and enjoy the race. They needed to keep up appearances.
Just as Will was about to insert his keycard to open his door, the door opened to reveal a grim-faced Stan.
“Hey, why are you up?” Will stepped into the room and watched as his mate shut the door. Something didn’t feel right. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Stan leaned against the door, folded his arms across his chest, and simply stared at Will who released an unbelievable snorted.
“Yeah right. You’re not fine.” Will went closer to Stan and unfolded his arms. Then he leaned against him and buried his face against his neck. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He breathed Stan in deeply and began to drop tiny kisses along his neck.