Page 75 of Floored By Love

I heard my mom screech my name and the doctor and Noah and who knows who else was on top of us before we could untangle ourselves from the pile we landed in. We had knocked the IV pole over, but the needle stayed in my hand, so that was good.

Everything else, well, not so much.

“Nice butt, Cam,” Orion said.

The doctor helped me stand up. Of course, my johnny had come undone. Jesus. I felt my face reddening. I reached behind me to tie it back together. Noah was helping Luke, who was still shirtless. Fuck, where was his shirt?

“I...uh...can see you’re feeling better,” the doctor said.

“Understatement,” Colton said.

I shushed him.

“The results from your labs came back,” he continued, as if he didn’t just witness the beginning of a gay porn. “You’re all clear. No bacteria. Nothing out of the ordinary. We’ll get your discharge paperwork started.”

Colton whispered, “Discharge,” and he and the other guys giggled. I thought I even saw Coach smirk. My mom looked relieved, clearly focused on the lab results and not the awkward situation.

“Anyone know where my shirt went?” Luke asked.

“You mean y’all didn’t neatly fold it and place it somewhere on purpose?”

I gave Colton a glare, and the guys started looking for it. Mom was still talking to the doctor. It was Ty who found it, on the other side of the bed. He tossed it to Luke. “Here you go, bro.”

More giggling and I couldn’t help but smile. It was embarrassing as fuck, but it could’ve been worse. And Luke and I were...well, what were we? Clearly, I had forgiven him, but we didn’t define the relationship. I assumed we’d kind of restart where we left off. I probably should’ve asked that before I involved my dick.

I settled back into the bed, and nurses came and removed the IV. They suggested I change out of the johnny. I hadn’t noticed anything of mine in the room.

Any of my stuff here? Clothes? What’s going on at the dorm?

I held up the notepad to Noah and Coach.

“None of your stuff is here, though they started letting athletes into the building this morning,” Noah said.

“I was going to get our stuff right after this,” Colton added.

“So, it wasn’t a terrorist threat then?” Luke asked, settling into a chair on my right. My eyes darted to Coach.

“They believe a cigarette in a trash can started the fire. Someone tried to put it out with vodka and then the curtain caught on fire. The new room-darkening ones are apparently more flammable than anyone knew,” Coach answered. “While they replace the curtains and look into the sprinkler failure, they’re leaving it up to each country to decide if they want their athletes to stay in the building. We are advising our team to find other arrangements for the time being.”

So where are we staying?

“There’s actually good news on that front. The hotel we’re in had a cancellation, so we’ve booked that suite for the team,” Coach replied. “I sent Ford to get you guys some groceries and to pick up some things the doctor said Cam needed.”

“Seriously?” Orion asked.

“Hot damn!” Colton yipped.

Thanks, Coach.

“Does that mean I can stay there too? I’m...uh...not sure I have a room anymore either,” Luke asked. I hadn’t even thought of that. My heart leapt out of my chest.

“Yeah, it’s for the entire team. Plenty of room.”

“Thanks, Coach.”

“But no alcohol. And I’m not saying that just to Luke. That goes for all of you boys.”

“Yes, Coach,” the guys responded.