I nod thoughtfully, but don’t take out my phone while I stare out the window. My brain focuses on Felton’s voice in the back of the bus, tuning almost everyone else’s out. It’s deep, strong, masculine.
Sexy? Is it sexy?
Fuck’s sake, why am I even thinking that word right now? Since when have I associated that with Felton?
It takes a lot of effort not to turn back to steal a glance.Just to see if he’s okay,I tell myself. But I force myself not to. He’s a grown ass man. He doesn’t need me to look after him all the time.
But I want to. And he seems to enjoy when I do.
Pressing my lips together, I appease myself with the knowledge we’re sharing a room tonight and tomorrow night. I have plenty of opportunities to check him out then!
No! No. Not check him out. Check in with him.
My head is still swimming as I try to realign my thoughts by the time we pull into the hotel. I’m not sure when I became so scattered, but it’s such a project to retrain my thinking!
“See you downstairs?” Denny asks.
I nod as we head for the elevator. Tomorrow we’re headed north to play Vancouver, so while we’re going to celebrate a little tonight, we’re also going to get some sleep. But I’m hungry. Games mean a lot of energy is expended in a rather short amount of time, though it’s not exactly healthy to replenish before bed. Still, I think I need some protein.
Felton joins us in the elevator, along with a few more of our teammates. He flashes me a grin and then offers the same to Denny. Denny chuckles and pats him on the shoulder when we reach his floor. “Good game tonight, Fel,” he says and my big man beams.
No, wait. He’s not mine.
I seriously need to get my shit together here.
Felton is quiet in the elevator and when he follows me to the room. I let us in and step back so he can enter. He gives me what I feel is a shy smile as he walks by me, but that seems silly. Following him in, I let the door shut.
Slipping out of my shoes, I walk further into the room to find Felton standing by his bed. He watches me, almost expectantly. My mind immediately pictures him bending over the edge and giving me his pretty hole.
Fucking hell. I haven’t even seen his hole! Just the round globes of his pretty ass.
Taking a breath, I ask, “You hungry?”
He nods.
“Want to get in some comfortable clothes and we’ll head down for something to eat?” Felton chews the inside of his lip as he looks at me. I’m not sure what he’s waiting for until I say, “Change, Felton.”
Sighing, he does as I tell him to. I watch him for just a second. Not to observe him as he undresses, but acknowledging that he truly doesn’t like decisions.Anydecision. If pressed, he’ll make one, but I think he does so in a panic. A flustered mind isn’t going to make a smart decision. Even when it’s as simple as deciding to change clothes.
Even knowing this, I’m not sure what to do about it.
I absently change while I contemplate this. Is there anything I can do to make him more comfortable making decisions for himself? It’s not like there’s someone else in his life who can do itfor him. I can’t just assign someone to him. Hell, even I wouldn’t trust that person to make all of Felton’s choices altruistically.
Everyone wants something.
A knock at the door makes me turn toward it as I pull my shirt over my head. A peek through the hole tells me it’s Denny and Zenia. Didn’t I say I’d meet them downstairs? How long has it been?
Glancing back to make sure Felton’s at least got pants on, I open the door and let them in.
“You’re feeling impatient,” I tease as I step back into the room for socks.
“Yes,” Denny agrees as he drops into the chair.
Felton gives them both smiles as he sits to put his shoes back on.
It’s when he turns away that I realize Zenia looks really uncomfortable. His cheeks are flushed and he’s avoiding looking at Felton, who doesn’t seem to notice at all. I meet Denny’s eyes and he raises his brows.See?!
It doesn’t take us long to finish getting dressed and head downstairs. Felton’s quiet, but he looks happy enough. There’s a residual small smile on his lips as he looks around. When he spots Dasan and Willits, he looks at me as if waiting for my okay.
