Hell, Iencourageit. My arm curls around his back, hand splayed low on his waist. Holding him closer. Like if I let go, the moment will slip away, and I’ll wake up to find this was just some wet, lonely fantasy I spun too far.
I shift a little and press a kiss to his temple.
He hums low in his throat, not pulling away.
“I didn’t plan on this,” he murmurs, voice rough and soft all at once.
“Me either.”
He snorts quietly. “That supposed to make me feel better?”
“Supposed to makemefeel better.”
His fingers twitch against my ribs, and I give in to the urge again—pressing my mouth to the edge of his hairline, then the curve of his cheek. Light, reverent. As though I haven’t already dragged him into every dark corner of my need tonight.
“I thought it would be different,” he says after a moment.
I go still, heart thudding too loud. “Different how?”
“I don’t know. Quick. Physical. Something I could shut off when it was over.” He shifts slightly, but not away. His cheek settles against my chest again. “But it’s not. I like it.”
I stare at the ceiling, my fingers tracing circles along his back. “Yeah.”
Another beat of quiet.
Then, softer: “You always this clingy after sex?”
I huff a laugh. “Only when it fucks with my head.”
He’s quiet again, his breath warming my skin. I think he’s fallen asleep until I feel his voice against my chest.
“Feels good.”
“What does?”
“This.”
Just that. This.
Not the sex. Not the lust and tension between us.This—his body molded to mine, the silence, the calm after the storm we just created.
And I’m not strong enough to joke it away.
I tilt my head and kiss the top of his head again. “Yeah. It does.”
He shifts, not pulling away but adjusting until he can look up at me. There’s something in his expression—worn down and wide open—that makes me ache.
“This is dangerous,” he says.
“I know.”
“I don’t do messy. I am not out of the closet with anyone. And it’s important to me that I keep it that way.”
I brush a knuckle down the side of his face, slow and soft. “Then we better stay really fucking neat. Because I’m addicted to the way you feel in my arms.”
His lips twitch, just a little. “You’re an idiot.”
“And you’re still in my bed.”
