Page 62 of Tobias

I move to the side, allowing him in.

“Wow, this is nice,” he says as he looks around.

I shrug. “It’s just a house.”

“You don’t love it?” he questions, shoving his hands into his slacks pockets, making the area tighter around his dick. It’s fucking hot.

“Not really.”

“Then why do you live here?”

“I don’t want to tell you that.”

He raises a brow. “Because…”

“Because it’s embarrassing.”

“Oka—”

“It was a gift,” I blurt, just as I realize he wasn’t going to push me, and I could have gotten away with not telling him that.

“Damn. This is some gift. The most I got from my parents was a bike on my twelfth birthday.”

“I told you it was embarrassing,” I mutter.

“It’s not embarrassing,” he says as he unbuttons his jacket. “I’m sure your parents do what they think is best.”

I take his coat and hang it in the closet by the front door. I glance down at my clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Some pair we are, huh?” I say with a laugh as he sits down on the couch, making himself at home. “Are you going to be comfortable like that?”

“If you want me in my underwear, you can just say it.” A smirk tilts his mouth and my cheeks flood with heat.

“Uh… I was just—I mean, if you want to. However you’re comfortable.”

He just chuckles, leaning back on the couch. “You wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, sure. You want a beer or a glass of wine?”

“Wine would be nice.”

I hand him the remote for the TV before heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle of chardonnay and two glasses. Thankfully, he still has clothes on when I go back to the living room because if he were actually in his underwear, I may die. How the hell am I going to get through the nightifsomething happens?

Wine. Lots and lots of wine.

I sit beside him and pour us each a glass as he browses through movies on Netflix.

“So, did you talk to Marianne?” he asks.

“I did,” I answer.

“How did it go?”

“Went fine.”

He glances at me with a curious look. I hand him a glass of wine, which he takes.

“Fine?”

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