"Bathroom's all yours," Gabe said. Even on a choir trip, he dressed in a full pajama set, the collar buttoned up to his neck. Caleb, by comparison, was practically bare and he lost himself for a moment, watching the curve of neck into collarbone and noticing how graceful the line of his throat was. Shaking his head to clear it, Gabe dragged his glance back up to Caleb's eyes.

"Sorry, I spaced out for a second there." He sat down on the opposite edge of the bed, back to Caleb.