Page 24 of Sweet Boys Love Christmas
Sure, we could have a purely physical relationship, but I want more, and I’m scared if I give in and take what I can get, I’ll lose any chance of a real connection with her in the future.
Though what future do we really have?
If I’m drafted like I hope to be, I’ll be gone, living in another city so I can play hockey. And though we discussed the future at dinner, the details of where Bertie sees herself next year were vague.
The devil on my shoulder urges me to sneak back to my room and see if she’s as worked up as I am.
Tamping down the urge, I blow out a breath and roll over to face the wall.
“Luke?”
The single syllable is so quiet I almost miss it.
But the next words are a little louder and a little closer. “Luke, are you awake?”
I sit up, blanket falling to my waist, and find Bertie shadowed in the archway.
“Are you okay?” I look her over, but it’s dark and hard to make out more than her silhouette.
She nods in the darkness. “I’m fine.”
“Do you need water or something?” I shift and swing my legs over the side of the couch.
A shake of her head in response. “I’m having trouble sleeping.”
“Oh. Do you… I can take you back to your dorm. Would that help?”
Another shake of her head. “Will you lay with me?”
With that one simple question, I swear my dick comes awake.
“Um… I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Shoulders falling, she creeps closer, her figure more prominent now that she’s not bathed in heavy shadows.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, low enough she won’t hear.
Tossing the blanket off, I heave myself up. Then I shuffle over to her and take her small hand in mine. It’s cool to the touch.
Quietly, I lead her back to my room, and without a word, we get into the bed together.
She takes the side closer to the wall, putting me in my usual spot. We end up on our sides, my body spooned around hers.
Damn, it feels way too good to hold her like this.
The sweetest torture.
“You’re hard.”
I groan. “Sorry. Can’t help it. Just ignore it. It’ll go away eventually.”
Her laughter shakes us both, which doesn’t help my dick one bit.
“Bertie,” I warn softly, my lips brushing the back of her neck.
She giggles again. “Oops.”
I press my hand to her stomach to still her. It isn’t until she lets out a tiny gasp that I realize the intimacy of the move. But I don’t let go.
