They wound up in Lake's room like they often did, discussing what they wanted to get on the way there.
Davian made the call, and in a scant few minutes, their order was placed.
"We're not eating in my room," Lake deadpanned.
After eating in bed that morning, he would need to take a vacuum cleaner to the sheets.
"We can eat in min-" Davian was already offering.
"Not in yours either," Lake shut that down, "We'll eat in the dining room."
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Caspian couldn't believe he let Asher convince him to come over to his club, while he was wearing a sweater in thirty-something-degree weather.
But this was a good opportunity to have a conversation with his mate and they wouldn't get sidetracked.
"Thank you," He murmured to Keith who held open his door for him, stepping out into the angry sun with a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face.
It was one thing to let Lake see the marks Asher had left behind on his skin, and it was another to show it off in public.
