Mysoap.
He’s going to smell likeme.
Phwoar. Okay. I like that? Apparently so.
I don’t move the entire time he’s washing himself, whistling happily, and completely unaware of how I’m impersonating a statue. He’s filling my home with sound, and all that life radiating from him is addictive.
I don’t want him to leave.
The shower switches off suddenly.
“Ahh … any chance of a towel?”
Towel. Yes. That thing.
I only have two, but I hurry over to my drawer where my spare is and hand it to him. I watch as he scrubs it roughly over his hair, swipes it over his limbs, and then reaches down to drag it over his cock. It’s hanging soft and thick over his balls, and I’ve always known dicks are hot, but I never actually processed how much I actuallylikethem.
Especially when the dick in question is attached to Kennedy.
“Am I allowed to put clothes on now?” he asks, bouncing his eyebrows.
I scoff like I don’t care and head out the front, but there’s a good argument to be made for having him here, naked, permanently.
He joins me a few minutes later, and the soft way he kisses me feels like a promise. “Will I see you today?”
There’s still more I could do down there, but house two is fully wired, so they’re not waiting on me for anything. As much as I’d love to obsessively stick to his side, I won’t. We might be jumping into boyfriends, but I’ve been listening to his worries about things going too fast, and I’m not going to play into them.
Besides, there are some things I want to look into.
Not today.
“Damn.” He rubs his thumb softly over my top lip. “I would have enjoyed admiring my handiwork.”
His handiwork?
“Your top lip is all red from my mustache. We’ll have to be more careful next time.”
Next time. There’ll be a next time. And if my top lip is all red, I can only imagine what my ass will look like once he’s done with it.
“Will I, uh, see you tomorrow?” he checks. “It’s okay if that’s too soon. I just …”
“Tonight.”
It looks like he’s fighting a smile. “You want me to come back tonight?”
Yes.
“Okay. Yeah. I’ll be here.”
This time, I kiss him before taking a step back. He looks like he doesn’t want to leave, and I could get used to this feeling. This deep need for us to be tied together. For it to feel wrong when we’re apart.
But his feet get unstuck, and he makes his way across the grass and back to the car. I watch as he leaves, knowing tonight can’t come fast enough.
“Ah, well, I have ideas,” Rooney says, rubbing his chin. “Obviously, we could install a tarp door system thing like you have at the front, but that took us a while.” He paces deeper toward the darkness. “Another option is that we fill it in. Like, permanently.”
I stare at the wall of shadow looming over us. It’s not something I even really pay attention to anymore. It just is what it is. I’d planned to put in lights at one point, trailing all the way to where the cave-in happened, but after a while, it didn’t feel important.
A permanent wall means I won’t be able to extend my place if I ever want to, but the trade-off is giving Kennedy some peace of mind, so it’s an easy choice.
