Rolling my eyes at Edgar, I snorted out a wet laugh, scrubbing a hand across my face and trying to hide how fucking embarrassed I was.

"Yeah, but he could show us that in any room," I pointed out, reaching for Edgar's hand and shuffling towards the steps leading into the loft. It was an ungainly trip, three of us trying to walk up the stairs while keeping hold of each other and staring into each other's eyes like a couple of dicks.

On the landing, I brushed past them both, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, because I really fucking needed to sit down.

"Okay, man. Get on with it," I said, going to flippancy, but there was a crooked smile on my face that I just couldn't shake.