Ian's face is still flushed, and he steps back, adjusting himself in his sweats. “There’s no time for eggs, but I can grab you a protein bar or something so you don't get hungry” he says before walking out of his bedroom.
I reluctantly get changed and am about to comb my hair before remembering that Ian likes it a little messy. My hair’s growing, and the look is growing on me too, so I settle for running a few damp fingers through the strands.
Ian is making coffee when I emerge into the kitchen, and he freezes once he turns around, staring straight at me.
“Is there something wrong?” I ask, instinctively reaching up to pat my hair back down.
His gaze goes down, then back up to my face. “No,” he says, dragging the word out. “You're just so absurdly hot.”
A blush floods my cheeks as a smile crawls across his face. He's said it before, but it's still surprising to be reminded that he finds me attractive.I’d be a liar to say I don’t like hearing it—the fact that I have this effect on someone like him is nothing short of astounding.
“Do you mind me checking you out?” he asks, snapping out of it. “I can try to keep myself in check if it makes you feel weird.”
I shake my head. “Go ahead.”
There’s a pause as Ian and I regard each other in silence. His eyes leave mine and dart lower again for a few seconds before returning, but my chest blooms in that short moment.
“I… I appreciate knowing that you’re interested,” I confess.
“Thank fuck. I’m so weak for you,” he mutters. “Anyway, here’s breakfast. You should get going so you aren’t late.”
I accept the protein bar he hands me, hesitating before putting it in my backpack.
Then I smile, unfamiliar courage finding its way into my head. “There’s one more thing I should do before I leave.”
“Yeah?” Ian tilts his head to the side, and I crash my mouth against his. He lets out a breathy moan and pushes up into me, making the kiss go right to my dick.
When he backs me into the wall with one hand cupping my cheek, I get a sudden urge to call in sick. I'll have to ask him to corner me again.
“This was a bad idea,” I say, and Ian blinks at me.
“How come?”
I let out a dry laugh. “Because I’ll have to figure out a way to survive the next five hours when all I can think about is finishing what we started last night.”
Ian flicks his gaze down again, and I move my jacket so it covers my crotch.
“Jesus, you're gonna have me rocking a semi all day,” he says. “You're irresistible.”
Heat surges up my neck, and I get harder.
“I need to leave,” I blurt out, turning around and rushing through the door.
My jacket hangs from my arm, casually draping over the front of my jeans, for the entire walk to the library.
Ian is so flirty, I’m defenseless, and I like that I’m defenseless.
He can get under my skin any day of the week.
Great, now I’m thinking about him again.
God, I’m a mess.
Thankfully, I settle down once I leave Ian's place and get through my quiet shift. Sure, my mind drifts to him too many times to count, but I manage to keep my wits about me and avoid drooling in the stacks.
Still, as soon as my shift ends, I waste no time getting back to the apartment. As Ian would say, I “rock a semi” for the entire walk, and like this morning, I make sure to keep myself covered. The elevator ride to the second floor feels a lot longer than it usually does, and my hands shake when it comes to unlocking his door.
I enter holding my breath.
