Zane

"Pants." Jaymeson eyed me up and down wearily. "Blokes wear pants."

"It's too early to use the word 'bloke.'" I muttered, slapping his ass as I walked past him to grab a cup of much-needed coffee.

With a grunt, he placed his hands on the counter and moved his lips like he was praying.

"Jay?"

"Shhh."

"Jay?"

"I'm counting to ten, so I don't blow your bloody head off."

"America!" I shouted. "Fun fact: did you know your ...