Matt sighed and snorted.
Oh shit. Adam jumped back a bit and gripped the bottle of water. He wanted to look like he wasn’t snooping. “Matt?”
Matt snorted again and opened his eyes. When he did, he jerked. “What? Where?” His eyes widened. “Fuck.”
“Hey.” He offered over the bottle and the phone. “You were sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you, but your phone is flashing. Looks like you got a call. I didn’t hear either phone ring. Sorry.”
Matt’s eyes widened even more as he sat up. He closed the lid of his laptop and placed his hand on the notes. “Did we fuck?”
Not that fucking Matt would be bad, but where in the hell had that question come from? “No, we didn’t. You fell asleep, and I’m giving you your phone and a bottle of water. The smoke is still thick outside and probably in your apartment. You’re staying with me until the landlord repairs your sliding door.”
“Oh.” Matt scrubbed both hands over his face and grunted. “I was hoping we had.”
Adam stared at Matt. He hadn’t expected to hear those words, but it pleased him. Matt wanted to fuck him? Being thrown together because of the smoke and wildfires was becoming a happy accident he knew he wouldn’t regret.
Chapter Three
As soon as Matt saidthe wordshoping we had sex,he wished he’d have kept his mouth shut. Damn. He hated the foggy feeling when he first woke up. He shouldn’t have fallen asleep. Who fell asleep during porn? Apparently he did, and now he needed filters, too. If he’d admitted he’d been dreaming about fucking Adam, he’d probably get thrown out of the apartment.
“I’m sorry.” He seemed to be saying that to Adam an awful lot in the last few hours. “I’m lousy when I wake up, and I have no filters. I just say whatever I’m thinking.” Maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to say, either. “Man,” he muttered.
“No, you’re fine. I saw your phone light up. I have no idea who called, since I wasn’t paying attention, but I figured you’d want to check.” Adam sank onto the opposite end of the couch. “I thought it might be important.”
“Thanks.” He drummed on the lid of the laptop. Shit. He shouldn’t have been watching porn at Adam’s. What kind of pervert was he? He opened his phone then dialed the number to retrieve his messages. He didn’t recognize either caller, but he pressed the device to his ear.
“Hey, it’s Patric. Wanted to make sure you’re still alive. The smoke is bad up your way. Call me when you get a moment.”
He closed his eyes and sighed. He and Patric were never going to be more than friends, but at least the guy cared. One fuck proved they didn’t have a spark, but they seemed to stay in touch anyway. He made a mental note to call Patric once he got back to his own apartment.
He pressed the button to play the second message.
“Hi, Matthew. It’s your landlord, Mr. Green. I’ve gone to your apartment and looked at the latch. The fix is pretty easy, but getting the parts isn’t. With the air quality advisory and my asthma, I’m not permitted to leave the building. I’ve ordered the parts, but they won’t be here for three or four days. I’m giving you free rent for the duration of the advisory. Please let me know where you will be staying until the parts come in, and I can fix the handle.”
Matt slumped in his seat and slapped his forehead. Free rent was great, but it meant shit, if he couldn’t use his damn apartment. Three or four days for the parts to arrive? Where was the damn door made, Siberia?
“What’s wrong?” Adam crinkled his bottle of water and downed half of the clear liquid. “Bad news?”