Page 35 of The Boss (Straight Men #2)

Finn drifted toward consciousness in slow, hazy waves, his head throbbing with the unmistakable ache of too much champagne and questionable life choices. The bed beneath him was soft, the sheets nice, and he sighed, burrowing deeper into the pillows like— wait . This wasn’t his bed.

A warm, solid body pressed against his back, radiating heat. A heavy arm draped over his waist, a broad palm splayed possessively across his stomach. It felt nice . Really nice. Finn stretched, blinking at the sunlight filtering through unfamiliar curtains. Where the hell was he?

Blurry memories of last night’s party flashed through his mind—the wedding. The dancing. The endless rounds of drinks. Tyler’s dad and his brand-new husband sneaking off early, Ty dragging Blake away to his room, and him—where had he ended up?

The body behind him shifted, a slow inhale tickling the back of his neck. A deep, sleepy kind of breath that sent a shiver down Finn’s spine.

Oh, God.

Bracing himself, Finn slowly—so slowly—turned over.

His gaze collided with a familiar pair of chestnut-brown eyes.

Matt.

Tyler’s Matt.

His best friend’s older brother .

They stared at each other, faces inches apart, lips almost touching, their shared breath hot between them. A long, silent beat passed. Then, in perfect unison—

“ AAAAAAAAAH! ”

Matt flung himself backward, crashing against the headboard. Finn scrambled to get away, his mind a frantic slideshow of fragmented memories—Matt’s arm around his waist, Matt feeding him cake, Matt grinding on him on the dance floor.

Oh fuck .

“Okay,” Finn said, voice too high, too panicked. “There’s a reasonable explanation for this.”

“Like what?!” Matt sputtered, his voice hoarse. His hair was a wreck, dark strands sticking up in every direction.

“I don’t know!” Finn clutched his head, the pounding behind his eyes intensifying. “Maybe we just passed out. I didn’t know where to sleep, so—”

“Right.” Matt’s lips twitched. “Totally innocent. No big deal.”

Finn exhaled. “Yeah. No big—”

And then, at the same time, they both lifted the edge of the sheet and peeked underneath. Two sharp, horrified gasps filled the room.

They were both naked.

For a second, neither of them moved. Just wide-eyed, frozen terror. Then they looked at each other.

And screamed again .