“We’re here,” Luc said, but Dex didn’t open his eyes to check.
Luc carried him without complaint. It sounded like they went through a few doors and maybe along some stairs. Eventually, Luc laid Dex on something soft, and he opened his eyes.
Luc’s deep brown gaze and red horns filled his vision. “What would you like to eat?”
Dex’s fingers found their way into Luc’s hair, to his horns. Was he on a bed? Luc’s bed? They were going to have sex after all.
He wanted Luc, but a twinge of disappointment cut through his desire. Luc had brought him to a bed rather than use him out behind the bar like a whore. Did Luc think he wanted soft lovemaking? Whatever. If Dex couldn’t ask for what he wanted, he couldn’t expect Luc to fulfil his fantasies. Sex would still be nice.
Would Ollie be mad? No, he said it was okay. He might have suggested talking to Luc, not fucking him, but could Ollie blame him? He’d started this. Dex never would have texted Luc if Ollie hadn’t told him to.
Dex pulled Luc closer, needing to feel his big body pressing him into the mattress, but Luc didn’t budge.
“Food, Dex. We aren’t kissing now. I’ll get you some water and order pizza.” Luc pulled away, and Dex whined.
Luc stood over the bed, doing his looming thing again, and tapped on his phone.
“Is looming a hobby of yours? You’re very tall.”
Luc’s gaze tore from the phone and landed on Dex. He covered his mouth and laughed, his whole body trembling.
Dex grinned like an idiot. Look at him, making funny jokes.
Luc pulled his hand away from his mouth, revealing the most beautiful smile. It was as if he had transformed. Heseemed younger and more at ease, even compared to the careful poise Dex had observed when they’d first met.
Luc turned away, taking his smile with him. Dex wanted it back. He wanted to get up and follow, but the bed was so soft, and moving required energy.
Something brushed against Dex’s forehead, and he realized his eyes were closed again. He opened them, finding Luc sitting beside him. Had he been asleep?
“Feel like sitting up and having a sip of water?”
Dex reached out a hand. “Help me.”
Luc pulled, and Dex’s vision blurred as he sat up. It was a good thing he didn’t have work in the morning. He accepted the water and drank it down, then Luc took the empty cup and exchanged it for a pizza box.
Dex’s stomach growled. “Oh my god, thank you.” He opened the box and peeled a slice from the pie, cheese stretching.
“I didn’t know what toppings you liked, so I got plain cheese. I hope it’s okay.”
Dex nodded, his mouth full, and offered the box to Luc.
He selected a slice. “Looks like we made it to dinner after all.” He had a bite and smiled at Dex, but it seemed sad.
“It’s a date.” Dex finished his slice and grabbed another. “Does that mean I’m spending the night?”
Luc licked sauce from his finger. “You can sleep here.”
Dex narrowed his eyes. “Why are you saying that like you won’t be sleeping with me?”
“We’ve been over this. You’ve had too much to drink for anything sexual to happen. Staying here isn’t changing my mind, so if you’d rather go home, I understand.”
“You’re stubborn.” Dex took a large bite and chewed. “I don’t want to go home. I have to pack, and I really don’t feel like crying.”
Luc’s brow furrowed. “Are you regretting selling your parents’ house?”
Dex’s stomach cramped. Ugh, he’d had too much beer. “I’m not regretting leaving. I’m regretting having to go through all my parents’ stuff to pack it up. It’s still in their room. And in the hall closet, and… I get sick every time I think of dealing with it.”
“Do you need someone to go through it with you?”
