The words caught Shae's ears as he fished through the linen closet in the hallway, and he nearly dropped the towels in his arm. Wait, what? The fuck was he babbling about, not having sex?
Almost immediately he was back in the bedroom, tossing the towels at Jack's chest while trying to adjust the one wrapped cleanly around his own hips, as though he actually had any modesty left to maintain. "You hagh raght now?" he murmured at his friend disbelievingly. They'd woken up naked together. NAKED. What other conclusions could be drawn from that scenario?
What Shae refused to admit, either to himself or the pair in front of him, was that he had far too much invested in the idea of their little tryst; it didn't matter that he couldn't remember exactly what had happened. Sure, he'd prefer to have been awake for the experience, but if that wasn't an option, he'd take whatever he could get. As disconcerting as the idea may have been at first, he'd felt so...comfortable waking up to those faces, to those voices. Like it had always been that way, like it was supposed to be that way.
Carefully he perched himself at the foot of the bed, waiting for the explanation he knew would be forthcoming. His stomach was beginning to feel a little queasy, but it was more from anxiety than any gastrointestinal issues. Gotta hand it to the bastard. Almost had ME going for a minute! The thought came unbidden to his mind, and Shae frowned. That wasn't...where had that come from?