Page 15 of Out on a Limb

“I have Advil if you need it. My head is pounding.”

“I’ll be fine.” Cameron had had worse hangovers. It was a good thing he worked at a coffee shop. Did they really drink that much last night?

Walker scrolled through emails on his phone. While Cameron’s inbox was usually filled with Gap coupons and random newsletters, Walker’s emails looked serious.

Cameron eyed the floor and the dresser, but he didn’t see his clothes anywhere. He also didn’t see any discarded condom wrappers.

“I have to ask you something,” he said, his stomach swirling with something other than alcohol. “I can’t believe I’m asking this question. I’ve never had to ask this question, but I really need to know the answer.”

Walker put a hand on his shoulder. “Nothing happened last night.”

“Oh thank goodness.” Cameron fell back into the mountain of pillows. He only had two pillows on his own bed; this guy had six! “Not that I wouldn’t want to, but I’d want to be able to remember it.”

“I’m not in the habit of sleeping with unconscious men.”

“That’s a wonderful quality to have.” Cameron breathed a sigh of relief, then bolted back up. “Wait. Then why am I naked?”

“Because you wanted to play Naked Twister.” Walker removed a pair of boxer briefs and socks from his slick dresser, which matched both nightstands.

“What’s Naked Twister?”

“You don’t know? You seemed like an expert last night.”

“We played Naked Twister?”

“I don’t know. We were walking back to my place, and you kept saying that you wanted to play Naked Twister. You ran inside, tore off all your clothes, jumped onto my bed, and yelled ‘Naked Twister!’ at the top of your lungs.”

Cameron clamped a hand over his mouth. He was going to melt into the floor.

“I did not do that.”

“Oh, you did. I have it on video.”

“What?!”

“Kidding.” Walker put on his boxer briefs under his towel.There’s a naked guy in his bed and he’s being modest?

Cameron took a deep breath. “And what happened next? After I yelled…” He gulped down hard. “’Naked Twister.’”

“Then you passed out.”

“And?”

“And I put you under the covers, turned off the light, and stayed on my side of the bed.”

Warmth spread through Cameron. He got lucky, and not in the way he originally thought. He had fallen into bed with a total gentleman. Thanks to the gentleman’s tight black boxers, he got to see what he almost had. Cameron smiled to himself.

“So why areyounaked?” He asked Walker.

“Because I showered.”

Cameron marveled at Walker’s bare chest, damp from the shower. He didn’t look to be a gymrat, thank goodness. He had some definition, but overall Cameron was turned on by the maturity, by the heft. It wasn’t the same hairless, muscular chest that he’d seen with his other college hookups.

“Who’s H.J.?” Cameron nodded at the tattoo of H.J. inside his bicep.

“Someone very close to me.”

“Your boyfriend?”