“So much,” Xane croaked. He blinked a good few times, and moaned something about a stuck eyelash.
“Xane, you don’t have to stay with me. You don’t have to be here if it’s causing issues.”
“Yes, I do. And let’s not even start this argument.”
So, it was causing issues.
Spook sucked his tongue.
“My relationship is fine,” Xane said, giving the back of Spook’s neck a squeeze. “I promise.”
“But you’re missing her?”
He nodded.
After chewing his lips for a moment, Spook asked, “What do you miss most?”
Xane’s eyes lit, so they shone with an inner light. “Her voice. The way she smells. How fiercely protective of me she is.”
“Not the sex?”
Xane clipped him. “You’re as bad as everyone else with your assumptions. I do miss that, but our relationship is more than sex you know. That’s what made it different. Same as with Luthor.”
“Well, I am impressed over how long you lasted between him arriving and you bending over for him.”
“It was worth the wait.”
“I also can’t believe you left him out there and crawled in here with me.”
“Spook, he practically threw me into bed with you. He knows how grumpy my diva arse is after a night spent on the floor. He, experienced former roadie that he is, can sleep bloody anywhere. He probably won’t even have a crick in his neck when he wakes.”
“Is there one in yours?”
“If I say yes, are you going to offer me a massage?”
“No.”
“Not even a teeny one?” He pinched his thumb and fingers together leaving a tiny space.
“Best you ask Luthor for that sort of thing. I doubt he’d be impressed if he walked in and found me straddling your thighs and you naked and glimmering with massage oil.”
The door creaked open at that very moment. Luthor entered and padded in the direction of the bathroom.
“Hey, Luth,” Xane hollered as he disappeared into the en suite. “Is it okay if Spook gives me a massage?”
Spook pulled the pillow from beneath him and whacked Xane across the head with it.
Luthor stuck his head out of the bathroom. “We talking back massage or prostate?”
Spook relinquished the pillow with a huff. “Neither. I’m getting up. By which I mean rising, dressing and going next door, not developing a stiffy.”
“That mean the bed’s free?”
“Sure. It’s all yours.” Spook rolled onto his feet and grabbed clean underwear, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and bee-lined towards the lounge.
“For real?” Xane dug his teeth into his bottom lip, making his ring piercing protrude, his grin so enormous, there was no misinterpreting what he was asking.
“For real.”
