“What the…?” he muttered. It had to be the B-Boys in there … unless Caleb wanted some alone time? Archer looked up and down the hall. Well, now what? He hadn’t brought a change of clothes to the shower, and all he had with him was his sweaty rehearsal gear. He looked up and down the hallway again before dropping his toiletry bag and tank top. He eyed his dance belt. He really didn’t want to put it back on again. But his only other option was to go commando under his tights. He stood there, holding his dance belt and tights and chewing his lip, when Caleb appeared. He was fresh from the shower and looked like a million bucks in slim-fitting white shorts and an unbuttoned blue striped shirt.

He cocked an eyebrow when he saw Archer standing there, then cackled at the doorknob. “Guess the Bs were horny after the show.” He studied Archer. “But your clothes are in there, aren’t they?”

Archer sighed. “Yes, except for these.” He held up his belt and tights.

Caleb laughed again. “Come on, let’s find you some other clothes.”

They went down the hall to Dominik, Gage, River, and Harley’s room, but there was no answer when they knocked. The dorm was otherwise quiet, most of the staff probably already at the cabin, working, or in bed for their early start.

Caleb clapped Archer on the shoulder. “We’ll find you something at the cabin.”

Archer groaned. He decided to wear the dance belt and slid it back on under his towel, followed by his tights and tank top. He left his toiletry bag and towel hanging in the bathroom.

Caleb smirked at him when he appeared back in the hallway. “Don’t worry, you look hot.”

Archer sighed and scratched at his tights.

They made the trek down to the cabin. The rest of the dancers were already there—even Mateo, but minus Beau and Ben, of course—celebrating their successful opening night. Betty and Seta were on the coffee table doing a rather dirty version of their “Ladies’ Night” routine. Dominik and Harley were dancing around the coffee table.

“Perfect, there’s Mateo,” Caleb murmured in his ear. “Go ask him.”

“I’m not gonna—” but Caleb had already pushed him toward Mateo.

“Um, hi,” Archer said when Mateo looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Did someone steal your clothes again?” Mateo asked.

“No, this time I forgot them.”

“Ah,” Mateo said, as if that explained it. It was just that Archer was an idiot.

“See, I, uh—Ben and Beau…” Archer sighed. “Is there any chance I could borrow some clothes, please?”

Mateo’s eyebrows shot up, and Archer was sure he was about to say no, when instead he nodded. “Sure. Come with me.”