“Where were you? It’s been hours.”
Emery shrugs. “Talking to Lex and getting distracted with some phone games.”
“Seriously?” I bite back a frustrated groan because, while I was going crazy in here, he was fucking around on his phone. Obviously, we’re on different wavelengths.
“I know,I know. Don’t be mad. I just needed to distract myself because I was going a little nuts being apart from you. Then I lost track of time. It happens. It will continue to happen. ADHD, remember? Time works differently for me.”
I exhale and then pull him into me. His chest bumps against mine, and I press my thighs against his.I miss feeling his entire body against me.
“I’m not mad. I get it,” I reply and then ask, “Our parents are asleep, right?”
He nods. “Yeah, the lights were all off, so I assume so.”
“Good. That’s good.”
I lead him to the bed, and we both sit, our legs touching. Emery is pushing and pulling that pop in and out of his mouth like he’s giving it head. It’s obscene and I can’t focus on anything else.
How did I never notice it before this week?
Perhaps it was because I tried to not look at him too hard. It’s like my brain subconsciously knew I’d be fucking sunk if I did.
He shivers slightly and I grab a blanket and pull it around his shoulders.
“We need to talk,” I say, clearing my throat.
Emery nods. “Wesodo.”
He’s bouncing his leg, and I press my hand against it. Which probably isn’t a good idea because my skin on his is far too tempting. It reminds me of all those times I ran my hands along the planes of his body. My cock twitches between my legs, and I let out a shaky exhale.
“First, we should discuss what we’re going to tell our parents. About us.”
Emery bobs his head. “I say we tell them ASAP, get it out there in the open. Just say, ‘guys, we messed around while trapped in the snow and are going to fuck from now on. Deal with it.’ Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”
I swallow and look at floor, my hand moving to my chest. I rub at it and feel the bed begin to bounce as Emery starts moving his leg once more.
“Oh. Oooh. So, I read thatcompletelywrong. You don’t want to do that,” he mutters, sounding almost hurt. “You want to keep me a secret, don’t you?”
“Em,” I say softly. “They just got married. Do you think they would be okay with us…?” I can’t even say it, and Emery notices.He notices.
His brow creases. “I don’t know. Thomas probably wouldn’t care, and your mom is cool. They’re not, like homophobes, right?”
“No, but….”
He scoots a little farther away from me, angling his body to look at me fully. “But what?”
“I just don’t want to do anything to ruin this for her, you know? She just found him after being alone for so long, and if there’s any chance that I might mess this up for her or stress her out again….” My words come out as a whisper, and he probably can’t even make out half of them.
Emery sighs, looking everywhere but me. “Okay. Yeah, I get it. If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”
Well, it’snotwhat I want, but I’m not sure if what I want is the right thing. I don’t want anyone to get hurt in the process. Emery. My mom. Me. And fuck, I don’t want to disappoint anyone either.
“I’m sorry,” I say, and he nods, cracking his candy between his teeth.
“Yeah, me too,” he whispers, and then he moves to stand, but I reach out and grab onto his forearm.
“Wait,” I begin and then swallow roughly. “I’m not saying that we should give it all up, just that we have to be discreet.”
Emery glances down at me. “August, I can’t be discreet, especially about you. We either do this out in the open or not at all. I’m terrible with secrets, and I would have a hell of a time keeping my hands off of you.”