Lucca-

After the awesome shower that I resisted fapping in, I step out and go straight for the suit hiding in my suitcase. Kale gets up and goes straight into the bathroom after me, being all prudish and waiting until he closes the door to strip. I’ll never understand some things about that guy.

Laying the suit bag out on the bed, I take out the suit and inspect it for a moment. Will Makksi like it? Or is it too plain for his tastes? This kind of thing is probably normal for him to see so he probably won’t be phased by me wearing it.

I stare down at the thing and imagine a few scenarios where I try to talk to him, or us hanging out before dinner or something. But he’s probably not even into guys like me.

With a slightly defeated sigh, I grab the slacks and pull them on, feeling a little self-conscious since this isn’t the kind of stuff that I wear. Me and formal attire have never played well.

Minutes later when I’m standing at a vanity mirror fixing my hair, Kale comes out of the bathroom in just a towel and I can’t help but stare at him through the mirror. I mean, yeah, he’s hot, but looking at him like this quickly makes me feel uncomfortable since you know, he’s my best bro.

But the way that the water droplets on his skin are slowly running down those defined muscles and…my eyes slowly fall to his abs and I feel my slacks start to get a little tight and, like, that’s kind of gross. So I turn back to staring at myself and quickly finish fixing my hair; hoping it looks okay for Makksi to notice. Maybe even like.

Kale quickly grabs his suit from his bag and retreats back into the bathroom, and I find myself letting out a breath that I didn’t know that I was holding in.

What’s going on with me? This fucking sucks. I find my mate and now I cant hook up with anyone, and now I’m perving over Kale in a way that makes me think that he’s also my mate but like, I’ve never had the same reaction from him as I did from Makksi so that can’t be.

I shake my head to try to get those dumb thoughts out of my head and try to get back to psyching myself up for later only to accidentally mess up my hair in the process. With an irritated huff, I mumble to myself, “Fuck. Seriously, dude? Get your shit together.”

‘Maybe a little hair product…’ I think. So I run over to my bag and dig through my toiletries until I find my magic hair shiny shit. I don’t even know what it actually is since it was a gift from some girl.

Okay, I think I’m ready. Either for success or failure, here we go. ‘I look pretty hot, at least.’ I think to myself, giving myself a small smirk in the mirror.

Here’s to hoping Makksi notices and likes what he sees since there was something that was there when he kissed me earlier today. It was probably the bond. He probably doesn’t even know it’s there.

I walk over and knock on the bathroom door to get Kale’s attention to say, “Hey man, I’m gonna head down, check out the competition and whatnot. Are you going to be okay in there? Need a hand, you get me?”

Kale’s voice comes through the door muffled, “Fuck off Lucca, you nasty fucker,” and I can’t help but snigger about his reaction while I slip the unflattering loafers onto my feet.

Giving one last look around the room I take a deep breath to prepare myself for any possible early encounters I might have, by possibly bumping into Makksi before the dinner party.

Damn I'm fucking whipped.