“I was being neurotic. I would have bought half the sex stuff in the store, except I had to rush back here in time to meet you. I was afraid I’d have some cashier see what I was buying, but thank god for self-serve —”
I interrupt him by kissing him again. “Take the compliment. I totally forgot and then we’d be stuck using spit again.”
“Spit isn’t all bad,” Jasper admits, but his shoulders relax and he kisses me, mouth open, hands pawing at my shoulders.
I obey and take my shirt off, then pull his off before pushing him to the bed.
*
I close my eyes while Jasper wipes up the mess we made with tissues. After he’s done, he lies down beside me. Our legs and elbows are touching.
“Don’t worry,” I say, sensing him watching me. “I’m not planning on falling asleep.” I just get tired after sex and need a moment to recover.
“Good,” he replies.
“’S nice bed though,” I say. “So much space.”
He shifts. I bet he’s on his side, facing me. “Senior would buy you a bigger bed, if you asked.”
“Jasper?”
“What?”
“Do me and favour and don’t talk.” I know without looking that he’s bristling. “I’m not asking Senior to buy me a bed. Why do you always say the most inane crap?”
“I’m just saying. If you got a bigger bed, it’d be good for me too.”
I open my eyes and Jasper’s face is close enough that I can see flecks of gold in his green eyes. “Why? Your place is adequate.”
He drops the topic. A minute later, he runs a finger down my arm.
“What?” I ask.
“Just touching.” He squeezes my bicep. “You’re so hot,” he murmurs.
That makes my stomach flip. I study him, from his emerald eyes to his full lips to the elegant planes of his face. “You’re gorgeous,” I say.
He rolls his eyes.
“I’m serious,” I say. “You could pull anyone you wanted, if you weren’t such an asshole.”
To my surprise, he laughs. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I must be insufferable, then.”
“You are.” I close my eyes. I should get up and go, but this bed is so comfortable.
After a few minutes, Jasper moves. I open an eye to watch him point a remote at the TV hanging on the wall opposite the bed and pull up Netflix.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Finding something to watch.” He scrolls through movie and TV show recommendations. I glance at his recently watched. Documentaries and action movies.
“I can see that. I thought you would have spent your afternoons studying.” I pull myself up into a sitting position and stretch my arms above my head. I should leave.
“Do I have to spend every waking moment studying?” Jasper asks, voice spiky.
