A continuation of ‘A Little Help from a Friend‘
“Hey, Siri…” Michael didn’t know how long he’d slept, but the heaviness in his head when he opened his eyes told him it wasn’t long. “What time is it?”
“It’s six ten,” the male voice with the Australian accent announced.
Michael rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, pushed back the duvet and slipped out of bed. Rummaged through his bag for clean clothes, then slowly opened the bedroom door. Peeked into the hall, which was empty, and hustled to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, he was showered, dressed, and tiptoeing his way to the front door. When he reached the kitchen, he froze. His gaze travelled upwards, from the bottom of the jeans hugging the muscled legs to the round bubble butt and then onto the white T-shirt showcasing the well-defined upper torso. And that dark hair, that last night was slicked back like a loose pompadour, was more of a wavy mess. Before he lost himself in some X-rated fantasy, Josh spun around and smirked.
“So, this is your plan?” Josh refilled his coffee mug. “Sneak out and go after Clarke on your own?” [Read more…] about The Getaway