After his little excursion in the shower, Aiden made quick work of washing himself and jumping out of the hot spray. He wrapped a grey towel around his waist and padded with soaking feet back into his room toward his wardrobe.
He pulled a black shirt and a pair of jeans from his closet, along with a clean pair of underwear which he hastily pulled on. Just as he buttoned his blue jeans a knock resonated from his door.
Without thinking Aiden called out to whomever was on the other side of the door allowing them to enter his room. Griffon strode in comfortably but stopped three paces into the room.
He took a deep breath in, and his head shot towards the bathroom door with an alarmed look in his eyes. Aiden, whose back had been turned to his guest, heard the startled gasp and spun around to stare at his best friend.
It took him a moment to realize why the man had such a dumbfounded look on his face.
