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I rub my hands together and turn around in a circle, taking in the small space. It’s much smaller than I’m used to, but then again, I couldn’t afford my own place so I commend him for making it work.

How he affords this place on the sandwich shop salary is beyond me.

“So, do we watch on your laptop or something?” I ask as Simon moves into the kitchen and grabs two glasses. He fills both up with water from the tap and chugs one before handing me the other.

I sip at it as I flop down on the couch, my legs sprawled out before me. Simon glances at me and rubs a hand down his face, looking so fucking tired.

But my buzzed state has me ignoring it and placing a hand behind my head, eyeing the space next to me.

“Gonna sit?” I ask, and Simon moves over to me like he’s walking down death row. I don’t know what his problem is, but I’m definitely not it. No one has complained about having to hang out with me.

I’m a people person.

They all like me…well, except for Simon.

He’s not quite sure how he feels about me.

I slurp at my water and spread my legs farther apart. Gotta air out my balls, they’re sticking to my leg. Simon’s eyes track over my spread legs, and he perches himself as far away from me as he can. Fine by me. I don’t snuggle with other guys anyway.

That’s not my thing.

He pulls a laptop from the side of the couch and props it open, clicking around until he pulls up a movie. I have no idea what we’re watching, but I’m here for it. My eyelids feel a little heavy though.

I lean back farther and fold my arms across my chest, my shirt riding up a little, exposing my stomach. Simon glances over at me before wrenching his eyes forward, staring intently at the screen. I’m not sure he’s even blinking.

He’s not a snake, right? Not part reptilian?

“I’m not,” Simon says with a laugh. “I’m fully human.”

I smile over at him, my eyelids growing hooded.

“Sounds good,” I say and his eyes soften as they watch me before flicking back to the screen in front of us. It’s kind of hard to see from this angle, and I find myself bored a few minutes in. Should probably get some sleep.

My eyelids shut, and I sigh as I sink into the soft sofa.

Yeah, just a small snooze.

CHAPTER3

WESLEY

My body feels like something is lying on top of it, my eyelids like a ton of bricks. I wrench them open and peer around the unfamiliar space. My hands move to the blanket on top of me, and I pull it up to my nose, inhaling deeply. It smells fresh and clean, so unlike my room.

Hmm, should probably do laundry soon. If this isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.

With a groan I sit up and glance around the space, taking in the sparse walls, and I realize that I’m in Simon’s apartment.

“Oh, fuck me,” I mutter, feeling like a total shit for overstaying my welcome.

I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but it seems I couldn’t help it. I run a hand through my unruly hair and see someone move in the kitchen.

“Morning,” Simon says softly, looking away quickly. “Coffee?”

I groan again, my stomach rumbling slightly. “Yeah, and maybe something greasy.”

He doesn’t turn to look at me as I stumble off the couch, looking for the bathroom. The place is even smaller than I thought so I have no trouble finding it. When I’m inside, I take a satisfying pee until I’m drained.

Then I snoop.

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