He was so damn relaxed. Legitimately content—and leery as hell of looking too closely and spoiling it. That was part of the reason he kept avoiding the conversation Heath repeatedly attempted to start. He had his suspicions about what he wanted to say, but he didn’t want to spoil the here and now with worry about what might or might not come next.
For the first time in his life, he wasn’t thinking of the future. He didn’t have a next step or end goal. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t looked at his email in over a week or checked to see if he’d amassed a backlog of texts. Not knowing what was going on at home would normally bug him, and maybe there was the slightest twinge of curiosity about the fallout of the wedding, but it wasn’t enough to make him give a shit.
Heath muttered incoherently in his sleep and shifted closer. The arm slung across Evan’s chest slid lower, making the muscles in his stomach flutter. Or maybe that feeling was something else, something related to an alternate timeline Evan.
What if there was a version of himself out there that was a bisexual guy living his best life with a high school teacher who had incredible eyes? A totally normal existence, devoid of childhood trauma and revenge fantasies, with someone who made him laugh and come harder than anyone else he’d ever been with?
What if that’s who he’d have been if his mother had been around to finish raising him?
“You look very serious.”
Evan looked down into that sea of incredible blue, and the flutter intensified. Heath’s hand scratched a leisurely trail across his stomach and chest, then down again. Fingers skirted dangerously close to making them miss dinner.
“I’ve been contemplating which part of you to eat first,” Evan teased, his stomach growling to punctuate the point.
“Me? Oh God, no. I’m entirely too stringy. Terrible eating.”
“I dunno. I found some meaty parts earlier.” Evan reached down and grabbed Heath’s ass, his responsive gasp hitting Evan right in the dick.
“Oh, that? No, no. All fat. You need something that’ll sustain you. I suggest we?—”
Heath tried to scurry away, but Evan rolled him, easily pinning him with his weight and sending all thoughts of food scattering to the wind.
“Maybe just a nibble. Get some strength back for the drive.”
Evan buried his face in Heath’s neck, breathing in the scent of clean skin, his mouth leaving a trail of light marks from behind his ear to his shoulder. Heath’s cock thickened against his leg in response.
“Dammit, man. We need sustenance,” Heath protested, but it lacked conviction.
“Working on it.”
Evan ran his palm down Heath’s ribs to his ass, a different sort of growl rumbling in his chest when Heath hiked his hips and spread for him. The invitation made him feral.
“Evan.”
The way Heath said his name was a fucking aphrodisiac. Deep and breathy, conveying a million intentions in a single word. They really needed to eat, though.
Fuck.
“Why don’t I call down and have them bring food over?”
Heath’s eyes were pools of the deepest ocean water, swirling blue and black as they danced to Evan’s mouth and up again. If he kissed him, they’d never come up for air, and they both knew it.
“We haven’t spoken to anyone since we ghosted yesterday. They might be worried.”
Evan wanted to sayfuck everyone else, but Heath was right. There’d been a knock on the door in the afternoon, but he’d been two knuckles deep, and the sounds Heath was making had taken care of whatever worry the visitor might have had.
It had probably been Isabella. What amazing irony.
He rolled over and collapsed onto what was now his side of the bed, groaning, “Ugh, fiiiine!”
Heath made his escape with a chuckle and began sifting through the laundry bag of freshly washed clothes. He inspected several pairs of shirts and pants, discarding them for khakis and a loose button-down.
Evan watched him putter. Starvation just wasn’t enough of a motivating factor for him to find his own clothing.
“I know my ass is a masterpiece, but we’re going to starve to death if you don’t stop staring and get moving.”
Heath’s asswasa masterpiece. The guy must take squats seriously, but without food, his ability to appreciate it would end before it began.
