It truly was, and it was hot, and Alex was not immune to it. Or to anything about Henry. The way that the prince leaned in, so close, the words spoken even steamier than the shower.

Fuck. fuck fuck. How dare he be so sexy. It was not far it was not right.

"Well, at least you weren't behind the wheel. I'd hate to be responsible for an accident." Or well, thoughts of him. That Henry was having. Back home in the back seat of a car. This was important information that Alex would torture himself with later, taking that apart and reading into it and then getting mad at himself for reading into it.