So why doesn’t he?
“I love it,” I say, my voice darker than I intended.
My gaze dips to his pouty lips, my cock twitching as I remember just how soft they feel against my own.
His gaze flashes back up to my eyes, and he smiles, then turns around and heads for the couch, leaving me to stand there, hot, flushed, and hard as fucking hell.
“Your pick,” he says as he turns on the television.
It takes immense controlnotto grab my cock, to make myself walk over and sit next to him like everything is fine.
His couch is huge. One of those wrap-arounds with an oversized glass coffee table that has no decor on it. I take a glance around, noticing there isn’t much in the way of decor. His place is simple, elegant. Clean.
Savannah would have a coronary. She has a whole storage unit of decor with boxes for each holiday, even the miniscule ones.
But I like it. It’s like a breath of fresh air.
I could sit anywhere, but I know there’s only one place I want to sit.
Next to him.
So that’s what I do. I sit next to my best friend. He hands me the remote and as I take it from his hand, my fingers brush against his.
And that’s the moment I realize this was a terrible idea.
Chapter Thirty
Cameron
At this point, I’m pretty sure I enjoy torturing myself.
I’ve had a few drinks, but not enough to do something stupid like try to get into Austen’s pants, but the thought is on my mind and it won’t go away.
I shouldn’t have invited him here after the restaurant, but part of me just wanted to know if he would accept. He did. Now we’re here and things are awkward.
I hate this place. Nothing about it feels like home. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice, as it should be for what I pay for it. The view is gorgeous, but not as beautiful as the artwork I saw in the museum today. Not as beautiful as Austen…
This is so bad. So fucking bad. This situation is going to get me into trouble.
Except… I’m prepared this time.
If I make a move on Austen, and he goes with it, I’ll be prepared for the backlash because I know it’s coming. But does that mean it would hurt any less? Probably not. And what if I made a move and he denied me? What then? Will this be ruined again? Should we talk about it?
I’ve slept with enough people to know that look. The one they give when they wanna fuck you. Bedroom eyes. Austen has them. He wants this. Part of him does, but that’s what makes me so fucking angry. He wants it but he won’t take it.
But would I even let him?
Austen and I can’t be together. It won’t work. He has a wife and a whole life. There is no way he and I could build something together, but also… I am not the settling down kind of guy. But for him? No, not thinking about that. It doesn’t matter who it is. That’s not me.
He fiddles with the remote, but it’s clear he has no idea what he’s doing, so I snatch it from his hand and get to the home screen where I look through the streaming apps. I have all of them. A complete waste of money since I’m never here to watch them. But what else do I do with my money besides waste it? It goes to this lavish penthouse apartment, steaming services, a car that sits in the garage, and a ton of other things I don’t use. It’s all really fucking stupid.
I skim through the movies and grin when I see one I know he’s going to love.Little Giants.
“Oh my God,” he grumbles but laughs when I click on it. “Seriously forgot about this movie.”
“Me too.”
I drop the remote to the couch. “You want something to drink?”
