I swallow the lump in my throat. Ian shouldn’t have to hide me, even from his short list of people on social media. Nobody here knows my family, I’m sure, and there’s no way a random post from someone they don’t know would get back to them.
“You can post me,” I tell him. “I don’t mind, and my account is private anyway. Nobody can find me.”
“Oh.” he smiles, raising his eyebrows. “Want me to tag you, too? Heads up, everyone I know would follow you because you’re hot.”
I slide an arm around Ian’s waist, pulling his solid, warm frame into me. “We can work up to that. Let’s just hang out tonight.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
IAN
“Hey, hey, look at me,” I tell Callum. “Come onnnn, babe, stop hiding from me.”
All I hear is a muffled protest from underneath the couch cushion that he’s holding over his face. I yank it away to reveal his sheepish, blushing cheeks.
As always, I melt at the sight. Fuckin’ adorable, this guy.
“I amnotmaking my social media username ‘CockyCallum69,’” he insists.
“Okay, well, what about?—”
“No shirtless profile picture, either!”
Wow, tough sell. “How else is the world gonna know how hot my boyfriend is?”
“They won’t.” He shrugs. “You’re the only one who gets to see me like that because you’re mine.”
Okay, way to derail the joke train and send it into a head-on collision course with the Boner Express. For a guy who moans when I push him against the wall mid-makeout, he sure likes to flip the script and get territorial in the best way possible.
“Say that again, babe,” I say.
“What?”
“Whose am I?”
He snickers, reaching up and pulling me onto him by the arm. “Mine.”
“Attaboy.” I give his hair a gentle fluff, restoring that heart-stopping bedhead I’m so drawn to.
I’m a week away from my first away-game road tripof the season, and while I’ve spent a few nights on the road here and there over the past while, seven whole days apart from my boyfriend doesn’t sound appealing in the slightest.
At least it’s warming up, so the hotel beds won’t feeltoocold, but I’m a guy with needs. Emotionalandphysical. While distance might make the heart grow fonder, it also keeps my mouth empty and my dick deprived.
And my heart fuckingachesas it grows fonder. Not nice.
I can’t wait for June—I’ll have a long summer of doing nothing more than relaxing with Callum at the lake house.
Unless he has a job or something.
Shoot, I didn’t even clock the idea of him needing to work during the summer. I know he has a scholarship, but his work-study could require a summer component.
My jaw firms up as I kick myself for being inconsiderate. Way to be a good boyfriend. Not.
“So, do you have any plans for the summer?” I ask, trying to be casual.
Callum’s head perks up. “Nah.”
Oh, thank fuck.Visions of swimming and fishing and chilling with Callum re-enter my mind and make my chest expand with blissful anticipation.
