“I want to know what you were thinking about this morning when Casey came out in those sexy Speedos.”
I blink. “You thought they were sexy?”
“Uh, yes. Didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me,” he says in a commanding tone.
My cheeks get hotter. “I-I was remembering one of the dreams I’d had.”
“About Casey?”
I bite my lip. “About both of you. The three of us. Together.” I pull my hand from his so I can cover my face. Between the kiss and the revival of that memory, blood rushes to my cock. I can’t get an erection here. I can’t.
“The three of us? Together?”
“Forget I said anything.” I stand and grab my coat. “You’re right. We should go.”
I turn and stumble along the row of seating. It’s only when I get to the aisle that I stop and look back. Auggie hasn’t moved. He’s staring into space, lips pursed in thought. What is he thinking?
“Auggie?”
He shakes himself. “Coming. Hey, do you know of any good pizza places between here and the train station?”
“No, but I’m sure we can find one.”
“Great. I’m starving.”
13
AUGGIE
We send Casey congratulatory texts and then go to a pizza place for dinner before catching the train back to Leeds.
“Kiss me,” Emory whispers the moment we get inside his flat, the need in his voice palpable.
And damn, I can’t resist him. I pull him into my arms and slam my mouth against his. He parts his lips, inviting my tongue into his welcoming mouth.
“God damn, you’re gorgeous.” I stroke his hair, knocking his glasses askew.
“So are you. Do you want to come to my room?”
I hesitate. I know he’s a virgin. Kissing me is the most he’s ever done. Not that knowledge like that has bothered me in the past if a guy has been ready and willing. But it’s different with Emory. I don’t want him to rush into anything he might end up regretting. I want all his firsts to be special. Why does being with him feel different to every other guy I’ve been with?
Pink splotches splash over his cheeks. “Just to kiss and cuddle. If you want to.”
“I want.”
I kiss him again, and then we take our coats and shoes off, and he leads me to his room. I’m not surprised that it’s neat and organised, with everything seemingly in its place. His bed is made. The sheet is tucked in with perfect hospital corners, and I swear the quilt doesn’t have a single crease in it. I could have guessed that there would be a poster of the table of elements on the wall. It’s very Emory.
“We’d better shut the door,” he says.
I know his and Casey’s code. I want to tell him to leave it open so that when Casey comes home, he knows he’s welcome to come in and join us. Ever since Emory told me about his dream, I’ve had an image of the three of us together, living rent-free in my head. I’m torn about whether it’s appropriate or not. Then again, if that fantasy isn’t appropriate, nor was having hot flushes at the sight of Casey in Speedos. I’d guessed he’d have a swimmer’s body, but I wasn’t prepared for how toned and sexy he is. If I didn’t know that Emory liked us both, I’d be feeling a lot more guilty over having sexy feelings for his best friend as well as him. Who knew things would get this messy when I spoke to Emory outside the lecture theatre that day?
“Yes. We should.”
Emory closes the door and then sits on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. He looks at me and pats the mattress. The vulnerability in his light blue eyes squeezes my heart.
