Page 35 of Becoming Us
I groaned into the kiss. He was so fucking cute.
Atty pressed me back against the doorframe. It dug into my back, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. His lips moved with practiced confidence, over and over again, holding me there.
“Are the walls thick here?” Ezra’s voice sliced through the haze.
Our lips broke apart as reality hit—loud and unwelcome. Ezra stood a few feet away, one brow arched, his expression laced with bored disapproval.
“What?”
“I asked if the walls were thick,” he repeated, giving Atty a pointed look. “Because they’re paper-thin in yours.”
Atty’s neck turned a violent shade of pink. He looked like a deer in the headlights, lips pressed into a thin, mortified line. I couldn’t help the laugh that rose in my chest.
Reluctantly, I stepped out of Atty’s arms. “Haven’t tested it, but you’ll let us know, no doubt.”
Ezra made a face—part smirk, part grimace—and shrugged, heading for the living room.
I looked over my shoulder at Atty.
“He totally heard us.”
I snorted, grabbing his hand and giving it a tug. “Obviously.”
“How much do you think he heard? That went on for a while.”
My cock twitched at the memory. “Don’t worry about that.”
Colin and Ezra were standing by the terrace doors when we joined them.
“You playing again?” Colin asked brightly, nodding toward the drum set.
“Yeah, for a few months now.”
He turned to Atty. “Have you seen him play yet? He’s pretty good—better than you’d expect.”
“That’s mildly offensive. I have drummer energy.”
“I haven’t, not on the drums at least,” Atty replied with a warm smile.
“And you just play out here? Don’t the neighbors mind?” Ezra asked.
“The unit below is usually empty. I haven’t had any complaints. But if it becomes a problem, I can move it to my room and soundproof it.”
“I don’t mind,” he said with a casual wave.
“Cool. Just send me your work schedule and I’ll work around it and school,” I added.
“School?” Colin asked, surprised.
“He’s doing summer coursework,” Atty explained.
“Really?” Ezra said, stepping over to the drums and running a finger along the edge of a cymbal.
“Yeah. Catching up. I start next week.”
He nodded. “Should we order in?”
We all agreed and dropped onto the couch. Atty urged me closer, sliding his arm around my shoulders as I leaned back against his chest.
