I grab my sandwich, stopping halfway to my mouth, and stare at him. “I have friends.”
Well, one friend.
Eli blushes and chews his bottom lip. “Sorry, didn’t mean it like that. But he’s one of the Kings of Crestwood.”
“Who of the what now?” Merci takes a large sip of his milkshake.
Eli huffs. “Just another group of entitled nepo babies.”
Yeah, Kai's family has money. But he's different.
Eli looks back at me. “Does he know you’re married?”
“No. Haven't told him. Don't plan to either.”
Merci sets his cup down with a thunk. “Too bad. That guy looked like he could kick Connor’s ass. And I’d love to see it. Think your friend would do it for some cash? I pay well.”
I take a bite of my sandwich, chewing slowly. Kai would do it for free. And would destroy Connor. But I don’t need more problems right now. “Do not say anything to Kai. Or antagonize him. Please.”
He smirks. “Ooh. So, he would fight. Interesting.”
“Merci, please.”
He waves me off. “Fine. Though maybe I’ll find Connor’s stylist. How much do you think it’ll cost for them to accidentally run a clipper down the middle of his head?”
I laugh, covering my mouth. “You have no idea how obsessive he is about his hair. Spends thirty minutesmaking sure every strand is perfect. Even has a mirror to check the back.”
Eli breaks into a fit of giggles while Merci crosses his arms and pouts. “And Zach gives me shit for how long I take.”
I quirk a brow. “How long is that?”
Merci glares. “Longer than your husband. Can't rush perfection.”
I smile and run my hand over my hair. “Two minutes with clippers every few weeks. Done.”
“Alexei doesn’t take long with his hair. But that man takes forever in the shower. One time, he actually fell asleep under the hot water.” Eli's features scrunch up as he stabs at a tomato. “I ended up with ice cold water when it was my turn.”
“Connor's in there for forty-five minutes every day.” And I know what goes on during those long showers.
He’d grunted a bit too loudly once. Another time came out all flushed, with a noticeable bulge in the front of his towel.
The tips of my ears burn, and I shake my head quickly. Shouldn't be thinking about Connor that way. Or how he walks around after, damn towel hanging low on his hips, hair dripping wet.
And I look. Every damn time. At the water trailing down the valley of his spine to those dimples at the smallof his back. At how his muscles ripple when he reaches for his clothes. At his perfect ass—round, firm, and compact.
Hate myself for it, but I still look, still imagine how my hands could easily cover each cheek entirely.
I clear my throat, grab my water, and take a big gulp as I rub my thighs together, my cock starting to fill.
“At least the dorms don’t run out of hot water.” Merci tosses a fry at Eli. “Maybe you should stop going to Jersey so much.”
Eli sticks his tongue out at his friend.
But cold water isn’t my problem. It’s the fact that I can't shower until Connor leaves, until I can jam a doorstop under the door to make sure no one can get into our room.
Been late to class because of it.
If only I could get past what happened. Shower in peace without being so fucking scared someone might—
