The shy glances.
The soft thank-yous.
The way he fussed over whether people were having a good time, instead of letting himself take up space.
And every time he ducked his head with that shy little half-smile, all I could think about was whether he’d be just as shy in bed.
Shy when I kiss him. Eventually.
Because I know we both want it to happen.
And it will. Tonight.
Shy when I told him to get on his knees again.
Shy when I—
Yeah.
I shut that thought down before it got me hard in the middle of the living room.
His mom and my dad handed him the wrapped box, and when he tore it open and saw the new iPad—the one he’d been drooling over for months—he lit up like the goddamn sun. Like Christmas, birthday, and every holiday rolled into one.
And I swear, I felt that light hit something soft in me I didn’t want to look at too closely.
For tonight, I’d chosen my outfit carefully.
Completely black—black jeans, black boots, black shirt.
I purposely picked a shirt a size too small, tight across my chest and hugging mybiceps so they looked just a little bigger than usual.
Call it a small birthday gift for Jamie.
And I wasn’t wrong, because when he finally walked down the stairs—
Holy.
Shit.
My jaw actually dropped.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been speechless.
Jamie looked…
Fuck, he looked sinful.
A scarlet suit, tailored perfectly to his body.
A white shirt underneath—open just enough to tease.
He wasn’t built like me, but the gym was definitely paying off. His waist looked narrow, shoulders broader, thighs—
Jesus.
He looked like something I wanted to unwrap with my teeth.
He noticed me staring. How could he not? I wasn’t even trying to hide it.
