John pulled back, giving Carter his best stink-eye. “You wouldn’t.”
Carter grinned. “No, but I want to. It makes me happy when you smell like mine.”
John couldn’t help but smile, but at the back of his mind there was a not so small voice screaming at him to figure out what the fuck was going on. The way Carter spoke to him wasn’t how you spoke to a casual hook-up that you didn’t want to get attached to.
It was how you spoke to someone youliked.
But John was too scared to ask Carter what they were doing, and so he just let his head come back to rest against the side of the werewolf’s pec without giving voice to the question.
“I don’t even use lotion,” he muttered instead, making Carter chuckle.
Carter leaned back and propped his feet up on the coffee table. He used the arm around John’s shoulder to pull him in for a kiss and John forced himself to stop thinking so much. He wasn’t going to man up and get Carter to define the relationship, and so fretting about it was a useless endeavor.
He wouldn’t worry about the future until it showed up and started kicking him in the ass.
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