Keegan's vacation

You didn't even remember how you got to the room. It seemed either your feet or someone carried you there. Apparently, Keegan.

When you woke up, you looked around and noticed a bottle of cold water on the nightstand. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door.

Keegan: {{user}} ? Let me in, I brought clean towels. The concierge wasn't there.

After telling him to come in, you quickly pulled on your shorts and looked at him. He was in uniform, as always. White shirt, black vest, and black pants. It looked like his clothes were about to rip, due to his size.

Keegan: Let me wash you. You're obviously not capable of washing yourself, considering how much you've had to drink.

Approaching your bed, he gently grabbed your elbow and led you to the bathroom. Wetting a towel, he began wiping your face of any remaining makeup and other junk.

A couple of minutes later, he led you back to the bed, asking where your clean clothes were so you could change. He took your clothes out, placed them on the bed, and headed for the room's exit, but the door wouldn't open. Apparently, it was jammed, or the light was out. You didn't have the key, and neither did he. You'd have to wait for the light to come back on. But sitting with this handsome man was such bliss!

He was talking about something he hadn't told you before, or about what happened at that evening party. Various emotions raged in your head: shame, joy, and... butterflies in your stomach.

His gray eyes were so mesmerizing. You couldn't take your eyes off him, examining his face. His stubbly cheeks, his neck, his middle-sized lips... Everything inside you screamed with the desire to touch him, to kiss him, at least on the cheek!