“I may have to let you do that again, vato. You’re a damn good top.”
I slid my arms up his shoulders, plastering myself to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and squeezed me closer before turning off the shower.
“Not sure if I’d call that topping. More like bottoming from the top since you wouldn’t give me an inch of control.”
“You bitchin’?”
I thought about it and sighed. “I don’t know.”
His expressive eyes danced over my face. He worried his lower lip as he brushed the wet hair off my forehead.
“What do you know?”
“I know I like you. I know I want to get to know you better. And…”
“And…”
“I know I can’t walk away from this, whatever it is. But when it ends, and it will, I know I’ll never be the same.”
17
HAYDEN
Icouldn’t argue with anything he said. The magnetism between us was unreal. I worried what would happen when things went south because, like him, I knew I couldn’t walk away. The thought of it put me in mind of those people who had to choose to cut off their own arm or leg to save their life. I thought I could do it, but when push came to shove, would I be able to?
I forced my gaze to meet his and said, “Yeah. That.”
The door to the bathroom flew open, and Priest stumbled through with Ewen, Scott, Cameron, and Slone spilling through the door behind him. Everyone but Priest averted their eyes, but he leaned against the vanity outside the glass-enclosed shower.
“Goddammit, Priest. We’re fucking naked. How about knocking first?”
“You’re either naked fucking or clothed fucking, but the two of you are always fucking or seconds away from throwing down.”
“And?” I asked.
“And I got fucking questions. What the fuck did we take last night?”
“What do you mean?”
He looked at us, and then the others, and said, “Well, we don’t know about the two of you’uns, but we,” he swirled his finger around, pointing at the others, “don’t remember a fucking thing that happened after we left the club.”
Scott rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes fixed on a spot above mine and Declan’s heads. “I think it was the test tube shots.”
“Can we discuss this after Hayden and I are dry and, oh, I don’t know, not fucking naked?”
They all nodded, muttered agreements under their breath, and left. All except Priest. He pointed at us, back and forth, before tapping his watch.
“Two minutes. That’s it. If you’re not out of the shower and in the living area in some clothes, I’m hauling you both out there by your willies.”
He turned and left, leaving the door standing wide open, so I yelled, “Shut the door!”
“Absolutely not. You two can’t be trusted with privacy. Hell, you can’t even be trusted in a crowded club if the chatter last night was right.”
“He’s not wrong,” Declan deadpanned.
I refrained from rolling my eyes at them and grabbed Declan a towel before pulling another down for me.
“Holy shit. It’s warm.”
