Just.
Now it has a mind of its own.
For adude.
Huh.
Maybe it’s just confused by the lack of attention I’ve shown it in the last year. Or maybeI’mconfused. Joss has long hair, right? What if my brain didn’t look properly and told my cock he was a chick?
A strangled laugh bursts from my chest. Joss has the most wild and beautiful hair I’ve ever seen, but it’s the only delicate thing about him. The body I glimpsed was long and strong, his muscular back curved around his pillow.
His flawless skin bathed in the early morning sun.
Lordy lord. I tuck my dick behind my waistband and force myself to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator. There’s a plate waiting for me—of course there is. Well, a bowl actually, of something that smells of cheese and beer and entirely too delicious to eat for breakfast.There’s granola in the cupboard.
Yup. There’s non-fat ice cream in the grocery store too, but who the fuck wants that shit?
I take the bowl from the fridge and add the mouse post-it to the growing pile stashed in a drawer. There’s half a dozen of them now. I flip through them, grinning as the different hats Joss has drawn on each one flick past. Today’s mouse is sporting a Stetson that reminds me of Molly and the hat she wears on open-mic nights, the only time these days I can bear to hang out in a crowded bar.
Did she sing last night?
Fuck. I can’t remember.
“You want bread with that?”
Joss slides past me to reach the kettle and sling it onto the stove. Anyone else, I’d jump out of my damn skin, but my pulse is calm as I watch him light the flame and fumble with the box of English teabags Tanner bought him.
“Bread?”
“Yeah. There’s sourdough in the bin. Toast it, and put that dish in the oven till it bubbles, then tell me what you think.”
“What is it?”
“Cheddar-ale dip. Never heard of it, but Molly’s mad for it, and she kinda blew me away with her singing last night, so I stayed up late and made it for her.”
“She does sing like an angel.”
“A dirty angel.”
I snap my gaze to him.
He raises his hands. “In the musical sense. Don’t murder me.”
“I wasn’t going to murder you.” I shut the drawer and turn to face him, glad there’s a breakfast bar between us. “But you should be careful if you’re into her. Tanner is super protective.”
“I’m not into her. She’s too cute. I can’t fucking cope.”
I relax, telling myself my hackles rose for Molly’s benefit, but it’s bullshit. I barely know Joss, but it’s clear he’s a good guy. The best. And Molly deserves the best, right? What would be so bad about them liking each other? Dating? Kissing on my couch? Fucking in my apartment?
Joss would give her that orgasm.
“Are you okay?” Joss is right in front of me. He pries the bowl from my hands and chucks it in the oven.
Then he stares, waiting for an answer.
I swallow. “I’m good.”
“Sure about that? You look flushed.” He lays the back of his hand on my forehead.
