Chapitre 37: Crumpled Picture

Benjamin, oblivious to the attention, dropped his shirt on the floor outside the bathroom door and stepped inside, the door creaking shut behind him.

Tommy sighed heavily, his frustration palpable. He was getting too attracted to Benjamin in this game, and it was dangerous.

Benjamin was a bad guy, and Tommy was losing sight of his goal - to get to Tennessee!

"It's a double win anyway," Tommy shrugged, trying to convince himself.

He walked over to the cupboard and started grabbing clothes randomly - a grey knee-length short with a cross belt, a milk-colored shirt, a pair of long white socks.

As he reached for the boxers, his hand randomly roamed around them all. In that act, one of them, a red boxer, fell to the ground. Tommy instinctively picked it up.

A strong, manly scent hit his nose, and he gulped, liking it.

He dropped the other clothes on the table, his eyes fixed on the red boxer.