would go for it, I could almost imagine myself sliding into bed between them.
I reclaimed my seat next to the bed, taking a moment to consider both of them. Until today, I’d
never seen Sam as someone attainable. I couldn’t say he wasn’t desirable, because he was gorgeous,
smart as hell—even if he lacked self-awareness at times—and he was desperate for someone to love
him as he was. The problem with Sam was he’d get attached easily. Too easily. And while I hoped
Corey would eventually open up to me, I knew there would always be a challenge when it came to
making him believe I wouldn’t betray his limitations.
If I had to choose, there would be no time for deliberation needed. Sam was a cute guy and I liked
seeing him relax for me, but there was no fire there.
Corey awoke first, almost like an internal alarm declared it time for work. “It’s a little creepy
waking up to find you’ve been watching us.”
I didn’t miss the way his gaze drifted to my lap. I wondered what he was hoping to see there.
“I wasn’t here the whole time,” I informed him, wincing when I realized how defensive I
sounded. “Everything’s set up for tonight, and I couldn’t do anything in here with my two sleeping
beauties.”
Corey’s nose scrunched up. Interesting. It seemed he wasn’t fond of me laying any sort of claim on
Sam. I cocked my head to the side, narrowing my eyes, silently daring him to say anything. Sam
snuffled and flopped onto his stomach, pulling the pillow over his head. For someone who didn’t
need sleep, he was doing a damn good job of not waking up.
I jerked my head toward the door. Corey slid to the foot of the bed, careful to not wake Sam.
Soon, we’d have no choice but, for now, the boy needed to sleep.
Once we were alone, I pinned him to the wall with nothing more than a glare. This hot and cold
shit wasn’t going to work for me much longer. Corey needed someone to push him out of his comfort
zone, and as soon as he’d shown his jealousy over Sam, my decision had been made. “What was
that?”
Corey’s chin dipped; his gaze fixed on the floor next to my feet.
“Don’t hide from me, Corey,” I demanded. I hooked a finger under his chin, lifting until he looked
at me. “There’s no right or wrong answer here. Did you have a problem with me lumping you and
Sam together?”
He nodded.
