I sigh and mutter, “This really cannot happen again.”
But a soft snore is his only reply. He’s already asleep. I’ll just reaffirm this decision in the morning. Luke will respect it. He has to.
* * *
I wake up with Luke nearly sprawled across me. Again. His arm is across my chest, his leg thrown over my thighs, his face tucked into my armpit, and, yeah, that’s his dick––hard, and pressed against my hip.
Gah!
“Luke,” I hiss, and he grumbles and seems to grow heavier against me.
I poke him, and he jolts slightly. He pushes himself up, and his eyes blink open as he looks down at me.
“Morning, Doc.”
His raspy voice in the morning is sinful, but I push the thought away. I will not be sinning with this man.
Plus, there is no time, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. I absolutelydo not. I have to get to work, and his body is still plastered to mine.
“Do you mind?” I ask, but Luke just tilts his head, not moving an inch from me.
“Spell it out for me. It’s too early to think.”
“You need to move. I have to get to work.”
Luke presses his forehead to my chest and sighs before rolling off of me. The sheet tents around his crotch, and I force myself to look away. That’s not what this is. There is no way I am going there with this man. He’s not even gay anyway. And even if he was bi or pan, a man like that wouldn’t ever be into the things…never mind.
I amnotgoing to think about this.
“Got to get to work too,” Luke says. “We’re finishing up a welding contract this week down at the shipyard. Got so much shit to do,” he says, placing his hands behind his head, his eyes still closed. He’s making no move to leave my bed or my house. Or my life.
“Then why are you still in bed?” I ask, grabbing a pair of underwear from my drawer and holding it to my chest.
He peeks an eye open. “Always rushing, Eli. It’s not good for your health. And yeah, I’ll get up soon. Just need a moment of meditation before I move. This is going to be a long-ass day.”
I move toward the bathroom and then glance over my shoulder at him. “Please be gone when I’m done. I don’t have time to wait around for you to get ready.”
He salutes me and then closes his eyes again.
When I’m done with my shower, I peek out of the bathroom, thinking I’ll still find Luke in my bed, but he’s not. He’s gone.
Disappointment surges through me, and I pinch the bridge of my nose.
No.
I am stronger than this.
He’s a stalker and a menace. I do not like him.
I walk to my closet, pull on my freshly pressed clothes, and then I’m driving to work, sipping my coffee.
When my phone pings, my straying eyes can’t help but look down at it.
Luke:What are your plans for after work?
Luke:We could hang out. I’m off at six.
I fumble with my phone, driving with my knee, and placing my mug in the cup holder. I’ve never driven so recklessly in my entire life, yet the minute Luke texts me, here I am, riding up on the shoulder of the road like a drunk. I chastise myself as I reply.