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That settled, we go back to unpacking, with him humming again. Once the kitchen boxes are empty and broken down, Shae looks around.
“This is a really great place.”
“It is. I got two bedrooms so I can have a home office since I work from home. There’s a blow up bed in there, but the couch is where I slept last night.”
Shae yawns again as if speaking about sleep makes him realize how tired he must be.
“Come on. I got some clothes you can throw on. You’re not getting behind the wheel as tired as you are.”
His eyes go wide and he backs up. “I can’t stay.”
“Why not? We’re both tired and we want to hang out tomorrow. It’ll be fine.” Cracking open the door to my bedroom, I find everyone asleep. As quietly as possible, I grab a couple of pairs of sweatpants from the dresser, steering clear from gray ones, and snag a couple of t-shirts.
I have no doubt my clothes will fit him. We’re both a pair of typical twinks, thin and a bit lanky. I’ve always been taller than him at six feet while Shae never inched taller than five foot eight.
He stares at me. “You’re sure?”
“Yep.” I yawn, making him copy me. I hand him the sweats and t-shirt. “You can have the bathroom first.”
While he’s in there, I change my clothes in the living room. When he comes out of the bathroom, he looks dead on his feet and I lead him to the second bedroom. The blow up bed is already made because I couldn’t decide over it or the couch last night.
“It’s new, so it should be good.” I’m glad I bought the full-sized blow up bed, but that means Shea is going to be incredibly close. I climb in first. It’s surprisingly comfortable.
Slowly, Shae joins me. He smells like sugar cookies and I want to cuddle close, but refrain. Seems he’s the brave one of the two of us. Shae turns to me, and wraps his arm around my waist. My breath hitches, making him away.
“Is this okay?”
“More than okay.” I grab his hand and bring him back down to me. “Just like old times.”
“Exactly.” Shae’s head goes to my chest, there’s no way he doesn’t hear how hard my heart pounds. “I miss this. Us. I’m glad—” Shae’s jaw pops when he opens his mouth wide to yawn. “I’m glad you’re home.”
“Me too.”
Chapter 9
Shae
Waking up, I’m the little spoon with Trace’s arm and leg around me as if he’s claiming me. His hard cock presses against my back.
What. Do. I. Do?
My desire and instinct tell me to push back. To wake him up and tell him exactly how I feel. But what if—
Trace moans and pulls me closer, nuzzling in my neck. “You smell so damn good.”
Brain. Does.Not.Compute.
My body wiggles… just to get closer to his warmth. He probably doesn’t realize it’s me. Probably thinks he’s in bed with someone else.
“Mmmmmm.” Trace thrusts.
No. Wait. If we’re going to do anything, we both need to be fully awake. “Trace?”
He stiffens beside me, but doesn’t let me go. “Shit. Uh, sorry about humping you awake.” His hips move away from me to keep his dick from touching my back. “Morning wood.”
“It’s fine.” The bed deflated a little in the night and I’m closer to him than I realize. Trying to wriggle free to lie on my back proves difficult because we both keep falling into each other.
“We need to talk,” Trace starts so casually I have to wonder if it’s something serious or silly.
