Inside the bathroom, Clyde moved slowly, almost lazily, as he slipped into the pyjamas folded nearly on the counter. He buttoned the top with unhurried precision, his mind drifted back to the moment earlier, to Micah's face when he had seen him undressed.
He let out a short chuckle, quiet but rich with amusement. He could still see it clearly: the young man's wide eyes, the shock written so plainly across them, and then the quick flush of embarrassment that followed. That awkward cuteness lingered in Clyde's memory.
"Adorable," he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head faintly.
He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing the blond strands back from his forehead. A few drops of water slid down his temple. Straightening his collar with a flick, he reached for the door handle and pulled it open.
