Pete prepared himself to go to sleep when the barely hearable knock came from the terrace door. He stood up from the bed, wearing only his sleeping shorts, opening the door. Mork stood there, shock and surprise written in his eyes.
“Ehm.” He cleared his throat, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything else. Pete’s attire took the wind in front of his sails, leaving him speechless.
Not much time passed since Pete took a shower. The orange scent from his shampoo hit Mork’s nose, arousing all of his senses. He smelled this scent every time Pete passed around him, or when their shoulders brushed. His scent stole even the last bit of focus Mork could keep after Pete appeared in front of him in his current attire.
“What brings you here?” Pete asked, oblivious to Mork’s fluttering.
“You
