It’s literally a feat of strength to keep my feet from sprinting toward the vehicle. Not like it’ll get us home any faster. What would I shave off? A half second.
Instead, I walk at a brisk clip and shift my weight from one foot to the other while I wait for Mason to hit the fob and unlock the doors so I can climb into the backseat with Des taking shotgun and Mason driving.
The second I’m buckled in I pull up my phone and shoot off a text to Hudson. Why didn’t I text him throughout the day? Something as simple as asking how his day was going might have lifted his mood a tad.
Amy told me he’s taken to daily swims in our indoor pool, so Imighthave started checking the security feed to watch him swim naked.
He truly is a beautiful man. Lean and toned, the sweetest freckles along his shoulders and across his nose. His lashes are long and dark, his lips full and soft.
And his smell.
I stifle a groan as my dick instantly hardens simply thinking about him, about his tight body, his slick coated ass, his warm and sweet scent. He tastes as good as he smells. Trust me – I tasted him as often as possible before we returned to work.
And then we returned to the office.
He’s always asleep when we leave, then asleep when we get home.
I noticed a couple days ago his anxiety and sorrow was bleeding into his scent that permeated throughout his space and the rest of the home. Or at least the parts he’s bothered to explore or roam.
None of us ever mentioned the fact we could tell he’d gotten off on each of our beds before his cycle hit or that he’s yet to return the clothing he pilfered from our laundry hampers. I kind of like that he wanted something covered in my scent.
Maybe it’s time to switch them out; my scent might be fading from the fabric by now.
Me: WYD
Hudson: Wasn’t aware ivy league educated lawyers used teenage acronyms.
Me: Excuse me, but that’s universal, not reserved for kids.
Hudson: Lol. I’m just watching TV. WYD?
The emojiwith a tongue sticking out is attached and I smile. He’s teasing me.
Me: Just thinking about you.
There’sa beat where the little typing bubbles don’t appear, and I wonder if he’s already grown tired of our conversation. Or maybe he’s unsure of how to continue this conversation since it’s officially our first text to each other.
Me: I got a surprise for you.
The bubblesinstantly start the second the wordreadappears below my message.
Hudson: Do I have to wait until you get home or are you going to tell me?
Me: Generally, a surprise means exactly that – a surprise. But I’ll tell you anyway. We’re heading home early.
My fingers hoverover my phone as I try to decide whether I should go ahead and type out what I’m thinking or if it’ll be a gigantic, heart-breaking mistake.
You know what? Fuck it.
Me: I missed you today. I’m going to try to lighten my load so we can spend more time together.
The bondflares.Affection. Joy. My heart goes wild.
Des turns in his seat. “Did you feel that?”
I nod and return my attention to my phone.
Me: I’m going to take off the day to take you for the bloodwork. I want to be there when we get the results.
