“Yeah.”
There was an awkward silence, then he leaned in and hugged me. “Have a nice night, and thank you.”
“Sleep well,” I replied as he stepped away and headed out.
My cock stirred at the lingering warmth from his hug, but I quickly got it under control.
I could want him, but only when I knew that wanting him wouldn’t hurt him.
Chapter 6
Iflicked through the standard offerings of daytime television for several minutes before finally deciding that Judge So-and-so was slightly more entertaining than Judge What’s-his-name.
The house was quiet, which meant it was the perfect time to do laundry without interrupting anybody else. But that also meant a couple of hours upstairs. I knew I could set a timer, but somehow I always missed it and ended up having to rewash funky-smelling clothes.
I relaxed on the couch, listening to the washer in the background while judge so-and-so berated somebody for doing something stupid.
The thud of a car door outside caught my attention. I turned, and a minute later Micah hustled inside, shivering and rubbing his arms.
“Everything ok?” I asked, noting the time. He normally didn’t get off work for another hour and a half.
“The guys insisted everybody go home early so we could avoid the storm during rush hour.” He bounced on his toes in an obvious attempt to warm up. “What’s with this weather?”
“You didn’t take a coat?”
“It was jacket weather this morning.”
I laughed. “Welcome to the desert, where there’s no humidity to regulate the temperature.”
“Then what’s that snowstorm doing out there?”
I glanced out the window to see large flakes falling. “It appears the snowstorm is snowing.”
“Ha-ha,” he deadpanned.
I turned and studied him for a minute. “Didn’t you move here from Chicago? Aren’t you used to it being much colder than this?”
He glared. “Yeah, when I’ve got my heavy coat, and cute sweaters, and warm boots, and long johns.”
“So…” I guessed, “that means you haven’t done your wardrobe changeover?”
He sighed. “All my research said the weather is fairly mild until January, so I thought I had a bit more time.”
“Ah. I get it.” I noticed specks of water in his hair, probably melted snow. “You should go dry off and change.”
He ran a hand over his hair, frowned, and grumbled as he strode toward his room.
I chuckled and shook my head, then turned my attention back to the television, where Judge So-and-so had been replaced with a daytime talk show.
Deciding that the television options weren’t going to get any better until later, I opened a streaming channel and started a rewatch of a favorite show.
Micah reappeared a moment later, wearing an off-the-shoulder sweater and sweatpants.
He looked around for several seconds, then seemed to come to a decision. He grabbed a throw blanket from the back of a chair, strode over, and plopped himself on my lap.
“Ummm…” I said.
Micah wriggled for a minute, getting comfortable—and making my cock very interested.
