Shamrock is in the shower now that I'm finished. I didn't fail to notice the bag he sat on the dresser when he came in, and everything in me wants to see what's in it. I don't want to be nosy, though, so instead, I'm sitting on the bed pretending to surf Netflix— which is still new to me. I found it the other day while playing with the SmartTV. I haven't picked anything to watch yet, but there's enough on here that in five years, I still won't have watched it all.
The water in the bathroom shuts off, and I go back to aimlessly staring at the screen. Shamrock comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but sweats hanging well below his waist a few minutes later. He's got that V in the front, which makes my mouth water. As he turns to get something out of the closet, I notice the top of a
