My mom is silent for a moment and then says, “Okay, we can’t find him, but I’m sure he’s fine. Anyway, Thomas and I are going to go into town to grab a coffee. Do you want anything?”
I tug Emery’s face a little closer and touch my nose to his. “No, I’m good. Thanks, mom.”
“Oh, and your car is in the shop. They were able to tow it out, and the mechanics are checking to make sure everything is good to go. It should be ready for our trip home.”
“Thanks,” I reply, staring into radiant brown eyes.
“Okay, okay, well, sorry for waking you. We’ll be back in a bit.”
I hear footsteps move away from the door, and Emery scoots closer to me.
“Are you sure you want to lie to her about this?” he whispers, and I play with his hair, running my fingers over the shaved sides of his head and into the longer strands on the top.
“I don’t, but I don’t know if I’m ready to tell her either. We have a few more days, right? I can figure it out by then.”
“This seems very impulsive. You don’t seem like a very impulsive person,” Emery says. “This whole thing is very unlike you. Maybe I’m a bad influence. I think this is going to end badly.”
“It won’t,” I say, rubbing a hand over my face, and I sigh. “But I just need a few more days to get my head on straight.”
“You’re too hard on yourself. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
Emery eyeballs me and then pushes himself up and moves into the bathroom. I watch his naked ass disappear behind the door, and then a minute later, he comes out with my toothbrush between his teeth. My eyes move to his long cock hanging between his legs and see just a glint of the metal ball from his piercing peeking out.
He spreads his legs a little, and I have to look away, because it’s much too enticing.
“So,” he says around a mouthful of toothpaste. “How we gonna play this today? Should I pretend to hate you like I did yesterday?”
Before I can answer, he moves out of sight and returns a second later, toothbrush free and still gloriously naked. He’s just so colorful and vibrant and sexy.My stomach flips because I suddenly realize that he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. That should make me happy and it does, but it also makes me really fucking scared.
“So, what do you think?” he asks, and then he retreats back into the bathroom. I take a deep breath, pushing myself up and following him. He’s looking at himself in the mirror and wiping at his face with a towel.
I stare at him. “You keep disappearing on me. I can’t even answer your questions.”
His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Fuck. Sorry, I felt something on my face and couldn’t focus.”
I eye him and then move in behind him, my hands resting on his bare hips. “It’s okay.”
Emery drops the towel onto the counter, and he exhales.
“I can’t even remember what I asked you. Do you remember?”
I pull him a little closer to me, his ass hitting my crotch. It’s too bad I pulled on boxers last night because I could rub my dick right along his bare skin if I was naked.
“You wanted to know if you should pretend to hate me while we’re here. And the answer is no. I didn’t like that. I think we should just act…friendly around them.”
“Friendly?” he says, wiggling against me. “That will be hard when all I want to do is fuck you. I might get too handsy. Might accidentally stick my hand down your pants when I’m going in for a friendly handshake.”
I chuckle at that, and he frowns at me. “I’m being serious though, August. There is a strong possibility I will be caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Or my tongue. Or my dick.”
His fingers are drumming on the countertop, and I lean toward him and press my face into his neck.
“Can you at least try to control yourself?”
He rolls his neck to the side to give me better access and sighs. “I’ll need more candy to get through this.”
“We can go down to the store today if you want and grab some.”