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My head spun and my vision waned as I shot my load, and I had to lean my arm against the tiles as I caught my breath and my world righted itself.
Holy fuck.
So intense.
So fucking hot.
And a first for me.
Thinking about sex with a guy. Wanting a man’s mouth on me, his hands.
Luke’s mouth. Luke’s hands.
Oh yeah.
We were gonna need to discuss sex.
I got out of the shower, and wrapping a towel around me, I opened the door. I half imagined him lying in bed laughing at me because he’d heard me jerking off, but nope. The bed was empty.
I was half relieved, half disappointed.
I found his clothes, pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt—which I think might have been mine, once upon a time—and went downstairs.
He was in the kitchen, wearing PJs, making toast and coffee, looking all sleep-rumpled and cute as hell. He smiled as soon as he saw me, and it made my heart stutter. He turned his back to me to butter the toast. “Want some toast?”
I walked straight up to him and wrapped my arms around him, my front to his back, resting my chin on his shoulder. “Hm.”
He held it up to my mouth and fed it to me. “Sleep okay?”
I chewed and swallowed, letting him go. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
He turned to face me, handing me a cup of coffee before he leaned against the counter and sipped his own. “Same.” Then he looked me up and down. “I see you found my clothes.”
“Pretty sure this shirt’s mine.”
He shrugged. “Probably. Didn’t you say everything of yours was mine? Pretty sure you said that.”
“I meant it too.” I smiled at him, and he smiled right back at me. Something warm and lovely shivered through me, and his eyes... I couldn’t look away. Luke’s smile got all shy and his cheeks went pink.
Fuck.
I really fucking liked it.
He laughed at himself and then held out the plate of toast. I took one and bit into it. “Is good, thanks.”
He nodded and went to sip his coffee but then put it down. “Having second thoughts? Didn’t wake up in a panic or anything, wondering what on earth you were doing?” He grimaced. “I just... I need to ask, that’s all. It’s totally fine if you did. I get it. Waking up in bed with a guy, if you freaked out or something. Because I woke up and you were gone.”
I put my coffee and toast on the counter and wrapped him up in a crushing hug. “No regrets,” I whispered. “Did you?”
“No. Not at all. I just keep thinking it’s not real. That you’re gonna sayuh, no, not for me, thanks.”
I pulled back; seeing the doubt in his eyes just about killed me. I cupped his face and pressed my forehead to his. “It’s real, Luke. I woke up thinking it was the best feeling in the world, that nothing had made more sense to me than waking up next to you. And the only word I could use to describe it washome. You feel like home to me. Youarehome to me.”
He smiled and got a little teary. “Oh.”
“Aaaaand I had to have a shower because I also woke up with a hard-on. Figured it was far too soon for that.”
His eyes went wide, then he gave me a shove. He also laughed and went bright red. “Jesus, Blake.” He shoved me again. “A cold shower, really?”
