“You look like you’ve settled in,” he says.
His gaze dances over me, and I have to hold myself tight. I seriously want to curve my back and give him the bedroom eyes to show him I’m right here for the taking.
“Yeah, well, you’ve got a pretty great setup here. And you said I could make myself comfortable.”
He nods again as he dumps his bag by the door, and I’m half-hoping more lavender will waft out of it.
Timber kicks off his shoes and comes over to the couch, glancing at the paused screen. In pressed trousers and one of those too-tight button-up shirts, he’s every omega’s walkingdream. Especially when he turns to get a better look at my game, and I can see how tight those pants are around his ass.
I roll my eyes, both at myself and at the bubble butt hovering in front of me.
Yeah, I’m going to horny jail, for sure.
“Come and play with me,” I say, pointing to the wide empty space on the couch that’s perfect for him. There’s enough room for him to sit at least ten inches away from me so we can’t touch, as well.
He glances back at the TV with a frown.
“Look, my character’s just frozen there. He’s waiting for you to say yes. You’re not going to disappoint him, are you?”
His jaw clenches as he considers it. I need to give him one more push.
“We can do 1v1, and you can kill me as many times as you want. Won’t that make you feel better?”
Timber turns around to look at me with a blank stare. I’m not sure if I can ask what happened. His eyebrows rise as he blinks slowly at the space on the couch next to me. The only other time I’ve seen him so out of it is when he’s sleepwalking.
“Or maybe you should eat something first?”
“I ate the rest of your lunchbox back at the rink. I don’t need anything for now,” he says as he flops down next to me, and the whole couch creaks and shakes with his weight.
Then it’s my turn to arch my brows, because I know for a fact the amount of food I packed isn’t enough for two meals. Not for Timber, at least.
“I’d call you a liar, but you look so rubbish I think you need some kung fu therapy before we get more meat in you.”
He blinks at me again, and I grin back at him happily. As long as he stays far enough away from me so I don’t get any ideas, we can have a nice, normal, relaxing evening like two guys being guys, just hanging out, with no cock involved.
Timber
Imake sure to stay as far away from him as I can on the couch. I really don’t want to get any more wrapped up in Luke than I already am. But it’s so easy to follow his smile and give in to his voice and do what he wants.
I don’t know if he notices, but as the hour wears on and his smiles grow brighter and his laughs louder, he starts edgingtoward me. I do with him until we meet halfway on the couch, and his knee presses against my thigh, and my awareness of him hikes.
Or it could all be because he's drunk so much hot chocolate that he's bouncing off of the walls and he has no idea he's touching me.
The atmosphere between us is so relaxed that I find myself smiling along with him. It’s the perfect antidote to the conversation I had with Kane earlier that’s left me even more confused about his and my feelings.
“Have you even played games before?” Luke bursts out laughing as I run my character straight into a wall. Luke seems to hit the buttons randomly and get the results he wants, but when I do it, there’s chaos.
“I can’t say that I have recently…” I mutter, and Luke’s grin becomes wider.
It’s a reminder of the difference between us. He’s almost twenty years younger than me, and it’s so wrong how much I want to hold him. He might tease and play with me, but Carys reminded me of my age when she called me ‘grandpa’.
Even though I’m wound up about Luke and Kane, there’s still a huge number of years separating all three of us. At twenty-nine, Kane is basically in his thirties, but it still makes sense for him to be with Ollie. Though I’m only guessing that there are a few years between the siblings, because Luke said they run the business together.
In the end, it makes no sense for me to be with Luke.
Then there’s still the mystery of the maple syrup. Luke never confirmed that Ollie’s scent is maple, but what other omega could have put their slick in there to make Kane react like that?
It was all so fucking confusing.
