Then Archer realized he was naked. His boxers were crumpled under the covers. And so was another pair that he didn’t recognize. “Oh God.” Did he and Caleb sleep together? Or only … sleep together? And where was Caleb?

Archer rested his forehead in his hands, mind and stomach spinning. “Okay,” he breathed, hoping the burst of oxygen would help. “Get it together, Archer.” Rehearsal was now officially starting and he was still in bed. Not great. So he got up and stumbled to the bathroom, puked in the toilet, scrubbed his face with cold water, and studied himself in the mirror.

He looked exactly like he had been partying all night. He pulled on tights and a tank top for rehearsal, threw sweats on top, tried to drink some more water, and jogged over to the theater, despite his pounding head. Only ten minutes late. Could be worse. Except it was only day three. Fuck. He resolved to not be late the rest of the summer, knowing he was likely fighting a losing battle against his nature.

They were already into choreo for the Around the World show. Looked like some country and western line dancing. Caleb was in place, fresh as a spring day. Archer approached the stage, gnawing on a lip.

Stewart stood from his usual front-row seat. “Well, well. Archer has decided to join us.”

His stomach quivered. The last thing he needed to do was give Stewart a reason to dislike him. “Sorry, Stewart. I, uh, slept in.”

Someone in the ranks snorted.

“Do not apologize to me, Archer.” Stewart waved his hand at the other dancers. “Apologize to your colleagues whom you have let down.”

Archer faced his troupe. Most of them looked amused, including Caleb. Mateo’s face was a storm cloud. “Sorry, guys.”

Dominik grinned at him. “It’s fine, bro. We’ve all been there. Well…” His eyes shifted. “Most of us.”

Stewart sniffed. “Indeed. This reminds me of the morning after Matthew Broderick’s bachelor party. Quick warm-up, Archer, then fall in.”

He didn’t get a chance to talk to Caleb until the first break. He sat next to him on the floor for a stretch. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Caleb smirked and pulled his cowboy boots off to rub his feet. “I tried. You were out cold, princess.”

“Were we, uh … Did we…” He leaned closer to Caleb and lowered his voice. “Did you sleep in my bed?”

Caleb grinned. “You don’t remember?”

Archer’s cheeks flushed. “No.”

“Yeah, we both passed out in your bed. Nothing happened, though.”

Archer breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, good.”

“Ouch.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s—”

“Relax. I’m messing with you. Trust me, if we fucked, you’d remember.”

Heavy feet stopped next to them. Archer looked up to see Mateo’s frown. “Hey, Mateo, I’m really sorry—”

Mateo shook his head. “I was right about you.”