Torn Between Tides

Chapter Seven

Roman woke up with a groan, his head was pounding as he rubbed his eyes, struggling to open them. When he finally did, he was instantly taken aback by his surroundings. He wasn't in his room. He didn't recognize whose room he was in, it definitely wasn't one of his friends' either.

Roman tried to recall what happened the night before. Thankfully, he remembered it all. Flirting with Colt, dancing with some random guy and feeling sick, vomiting in the restroom, and then finally Colt taking him in his car...

Did that mean he was in Colt's room?

Roman got out of the bed, he was still dressed in the same clothes. There were no pictures on the wall, or anything else of importance that could signify whose room he was in. It felt...impersonal. Maybe it was a guest room? All of his questions were answered as soon as a door opened, and in walked Colt.

Only wearing a white towel wrapped around his waist, his hair and body still wet.

He had clearly taken a shower, and Roman was having a hard time removing his eyes from the handsome man. The water trickled down his dark skin, his abs looked so smooth that Roman wanted to run his tongue along them, and his face... his face just screamed sex.

"You're up," Colt stated. Roman was speechless, struggling to find words to say which was extremely rare for him as he quite liked the sound of his voice. The silence made Colt sigh as he continued. "Before you make any assumptions, you passed out in my car. I called Trevor but he didn't seem to know where you lived, nobody else does too, apparently. I didn't have any other option so I brought you home with me. I carried you in and I slept on the couch, so don't worry."

"Oh," Roman muttered as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. He couldn't believe he had embarrassed himself so much in front of the man he was gunning for. He did want to get in his bed, just not in this way. "Thanks."

"You look like you need a shower-"

"Are you saying that I stink?"

"There are fresh towels in the bathroom, new toothbrush too. I'll lay out some clothes that might fit you on the bed. Go on, I'll start fixing us something to eat till then."

"Okay."

"There's aspirin in the medicine cabinet too, in case you're hungover. Water is on the bedside table."

Colt didn't wait for Roman to respond as he went inside his walk-in closet. Roman's eyes followed him as Colt picked out a pair of sweatpants. The man seemed completely unbothered as he dropped his towel on the floor. Roman's eyes widened for a second before he turned his head away, he could feel his face burning as he rushed inside the bathroom that Colt had just gotten out of.

Roman wasn't shy and he was used to nudity. He was an athlete for heaven's sake, he had seen men nude both in locker rooms and even in more private places. Then why the fuck was he feeling so flustered? He didn't even look at anything, he just saw a flash of the side of Colt's hips and the curve of his ass and he instantly bolted.

Roman sighed as he checked his pockets, his phone was still in them. How the hell did he sleep with his phone in his pocket? Jesus, he must've been out cold.

He had seven missed calls from his brother, along with a ton of messages. Roman wrote a quick reply to him, telling him that he passed out at a friend's place and would be back home soon. His brother texted back immediately, asking Roman politely to let him know the next time he decides to stay out instead of going MIA. Roman didn't blame him, had his brother been in his place, he would have gotten worried too. Understandably so.

Roman brushed his teeth and showered, and just like Colt had said, there was a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants on the bed. The t-shirt was loose, clearly belonging to Colt, it smelled like him too. The thought of wearing Colt's clothes somehow made Roman feel... warm inside.