Page 8 of Unwanted

"I’ll make some extra toast. Got a great strawberry jam…" Finn mumbled, grabbing two slices of bread from the breadbox.

This time, it was my turn to blush. What a masterful way to hint that he’d like to see my ass in all its glory, filled out—maybe even a bit plump—without saying it directly.

He made the toast and brought it to me on a small plate, setting it down next to the pancake plate I’d already cleaned up, and smiled innocently.

"When you’re done eating, I suggest we go to your apartment to grab your things. From what I see, my T-shirts are way too long on you…"

"Yeah, they hide my ass," I muttered with a smirk.

"I didn’t say that," Finn murmured, taking the empty plates to put them in the dishwasher. The smirk still lingered at the corner of his lips.

FINN

My head was buzzing like a shaken-up beehive.

On the drive to Liam’s apartment, we talked about safe, random things. He told me about his family—his parents died in a plane crash when he was fifteen, and after that, his grandfather, whose health wasn’t great, took care of him. And actually, Liam ended up taking care of his grandpa more than the other way around. Now, the man was in even worse shape, suffering from Alzheimer’s, and was in a care home since Liam had to work and couldn’t be with him all day.

His grandparents on his dad’s side had already passed away. He had uncles, but he didn’t stay in touch with them since they lived far away from the city.

When we arrived at Liam’s place, I was surprised at how tiny his studio apartment was. I watched in shock as Liam pulled out a big suitcase and started packing his stuff. He had this weird look on his face, his eyebrows all scrunched together, and then it hit me—he was packing everything!

I felt this unexpected surge of happiness, even though I didn’t fully understand why. Was Liam leaving for good and not planning to come back in two weeks?

I realized I shouldn’t say anything about my suspicions out loud. I didn’t want to freak him out.

Good, great even. Let him leave this apartment and move in with me!

What the f…?

What was happening to me? The more time I spent with Liam, the more confused and out of control I felt. It was like I was becoming enchanted by him.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he squatted and stood up from time to time, walked over to the closet, leaned over the suitcase. Yes, he was skinny, but his butt, visible under the tight jeans, still retained a lot of meat. I’ve always loved looking at butts, especially nice, protruding, round ones—they always caught my attention, and now I was staring at his like a drooling, sick bastard.

Finn, what’s wrong with you, I thought. The poor guy was in a nightmarish state yesterday, and today I was horny for him!

The memory of our night came back to me, when his fragile body clung to me so tightly, and I couldn’t help the fact that all the blood rushed down to my dick, even though I fought it with all my might…

I was angry with myself. After all, I was his host—I shouldn’t behave like this. Besides, there was a big age difference between us, twelve years to be exact.

Even though he was twenty-two and legally an adult, I was far superior in experience, and therefore I should be superior in my sense of responsibility. But was that the case?

My behavior could easily be interpreted as simply disgusting—an attempt to take advantage of a young college graduate at his most vulnerable, in his weakness. The fact was, in such despair and depression, he was probably just looking for any arms to cry on, nothing more.

But, unsettlingly, my interest in him was far from mere human sympathy for another tormented soul. It was something far more… lustful.

How could I look at him like that? Ogling his buttocks, drooling over him. I forced myself to shift my gaze away, walking to the window, clenching my jaw and fighting strong emotions—and… a hard-on. I had to get a grip.

Eventually, Liam finished packing, and the apartment was practically empty. I didn’t comment on it, didn’t let any hint of what I was feeling show on my face, but it gave me a lot of satisfaction.

We carried the suitcases to the car and loaded them into the trunk.

"Wanna stop somewhere for lunch?" I asked.

"If you know a good spot," Liam muttered, staring out the window.

He was avoiding eye contact, and his fists were clenched. I allowed myself a quick glance at him and noticed his lips—they were nicely shaped and looked soft. I couldn’t help but wonder what they tasted like.

No! Not again! I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, then quickly focused back on the steering wheel and turned the ignition.

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