“I don’t know, man. All I know is mine slid from one side to the other end when I met you.”
“When we met?” he asks.
“Maybe not when we met exactly, but I was a goner for sure when you started holding me. Goodbye, heterosexuality.”
He rests his chin on my shoulder and presses a kiss on my cheek.
We watch the fire for a bit, me drinking my beers, Whit wrapped around me. His hands are both up my shirt now, one hand sliding through my happy trail, the other flicking my nipple ring.
“You getting nervous?” I ask.
“Why would I be?”
“Cuz your fingers are driving me crazy.”
He stills them and apologizes, but I just chuckle.
“Nah, I don’t mind. I mean, I’ve got a raging boner but go right on ahead. Never apologize for putting your hands on me. I like you touching me.”
“If you say so,” he says and then adds. “I should’ve brought my Kindle.”
“Can’t live without it, huh? Even I can’t entice you away from it for long.”
“You entice me to do plenty,” Whit says and presses a kiss to my neck. I arch my neck, and he sucks on it, bites it.
“Leaving a mark, babe?” I ask when he moves his lips up to my ear.
“Perhaps.”
I snort. “Perhaps, he says. This guy.”
I can feel Whit smile against my temple, and I melt just a little more.
“Just so you know, you’re free to mark me anywhere, anytime.”
“I’m starting to realize that,” Whit mutters, and then, “How about we make our rounds so we can head home. I think there are a few more places I’d like to mark you.”
“Whit,” I groan and shift between his legs. “We should be social, and you’re making me want to just hide in our apartment all the time.”
“Should be, being the correct term. There is noneed tobe social, Caleb.”
“God, that big brain of yours turns me on. Why are you so convincing?”
“I am part of the debate club for a reason. Do you think I could perhaps, persuade you to leave now?”
I swallow roughly and then shake my head. “No, nope. Social for a little longer. Then we go home, yeah? We need to check up on Sem anyways. Make sure he’s not being too much of a creeper.”
I push up and stand, holding my hand out to Whit, who grumbles but reluctantly takes it. I pull him into me for a short kiss in apology, and then we mingle for a bit. We catch sight of Bree and Mal making out on a towel and then see Sem studying Magnus, who’s swinging his hips to some music. Luke’s chatting with a group of girls, one on his lap, and a bunch of other people I don’t know are making out.
“I’m glad we’re mingling,” Whit says dryly, and I pinch his butt.
“We’re outside, around other humans. It’s important.”
“I get enough socialization in class. I find the longer I’m alive, the less I want to be around…. people.”
I roll my eyes. “Then it’s good you have me, babe. I’ll keep you young and less cynical.”
Something bumps into me, and I see two people who are so into making out that they aren’t even looking where they’re going. Hands are everywhere. Is that a boob?