He was here because he wanted me.
“I should go.”
“Oh.” Disappointment flared, but I didn’t ask him if he really had to.
We’d only messed around a few times now. And it was one thing to make each other come. It was another to fall asleep together. Wake up together. I knew I’d be revealing far too much if I asked him if he could stay.
I followed him into the living room and watched him pick up his shirt, still sitting in a crumpled heap on the floor where we’d left it as we’d frantically stripped each other down on our way to the bedroom.
Desire curled low through my belly yet again when he shrugged it on and walked over to me with it still hanging open, showing off his lean, toned torso. His body was so pale against the black of his clothes.
I couldn’t help but slip my hands under the fabric to palm his warm skin when he kissed me. Long fingers rested against my bare chest, trailing down until they hooked lightly into the waistband of my shorts. My cock twitched, still too eager for him.
“When… So, when will you come back?” My face flushed as the question left me.
“Tomorrow,” he blurted immediately, then looked away quickly and said in his usual flat voice, “Tomorrow. If you want.”
I had to purse my lips to stop from smiling like a fool. “Yes.”
I didn’t want to play games with him. He’d said he wouldn’t play them with me, and I knew I’d have believed him even if he had the ability to lie.
I reluctantly slid my hands from his sides to rebutton his shirt, shooting him a small smile. He stared back at me, his eyes sombre and intense. As I did the last button, he clasped my face and kissed me hard before turning to leave, quickly shoving his boots on by the door.
“Sleep well,” he murmured with one last look at me before he left, closing the door quietly behind him.