Freshly showered and freshly f****d, I was in a great mood when I jogged down the stairs. I'd heard the doorbell, of course. I grinned when I saw Kevin standing in the dining room talking to my dad. He looked awesome with that deep tan; it really suited his complexion. I strode over and gave him a hand clasp and half-hug, clapping him on the back.
"Welcome back, Kevin," I said warmly. "Thanks again for letting me stay at your place. It really helped me get my head together. I owe you big time."
He looked uncomfortable when he stepped back and looked at me. "About that..." he said, shaking his head. "Dude, you did too good a job of cleaning up while you were there."
My dad coughed out a laugh when he heard that, but muttered, "Sorry," when he realized Kevin was serious.
Kevin's face was
