“Erika the creeper.” He yawns, covering his mouth to stifle it, clutching his chest with his other hand.
His words make me laugh out loud. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Left light on,” he commands the light hanging from the ceiling by his bed, causing his sleep-filled eyes to squint while adjusting to the brightness. Eventually, they focus on me. “What’s up? What time is it? You, okay?” he asks in quick succession, sounding worried and looking around frantically.
“I can’t sleep,” I admit. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
He takes a little longer than I’d like to reply. “Get in,” he says, finally calming me, but I can see the doubt in his eyes since we’ve never shared a bed before.
“Okay.” My inner eighteen-year-old squeals. I’m about to get into bed with Leon Hill. Something those hockey forum girls would boast about all those years ago. Only if he were mine, I wouldn’t share him with anyone. Everything about him would be kept sacred just for me and between us.
I flip the comforter back with too much enthusiasm, revealing Leon’s pierced dick. “Oh my god, you’re naked,” I shriek, squeezing my eyes shut, but what I really want to do is get a good look at his Prince Albert piercing.
“I live alone,” he counters.
“Your mom and dad are here, and so am I.” My voice sounds strained, and nothing like my own.
Full of humor, he chuckles, then commands the light to turn off, plunging the room into darkness again. “Better?” he asks as I open my eyes again.
“Much.” Not really, I wanted to see that piercing up close. Frozen in place because I can’t move, my mind races with a dozen questions, and the only one that escapes involuntarily is, “Are you going to sleep naked next to me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
He moves onto his side, rearranging the comforter around him, then pats it in the middle as if making a boundary to divide us. “Because that’s how I sleep, and all you need to do is stick to your side of the bed, and I’ll stick to mine. That is, if it’s what you want. Or we can snuggle.” The playfulness in his tone is evident.
“It’s fine,” I say in a notch below a whisper. I can do this; I’m an adult.
“Get in, Erika.” He senses my hesitancy.
“Okay.” I obey and slip between the sheets that smell like spicy amber and woodsy, just like Leon.
I lie on my side to face him in the dark, and the slight bit of light there highlights his strong features and the outline of his powerful, sculpted body.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?” He reaches up and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear—a gesture I love him doing. “What’s going on in that busy head of yours?” Leon’s fingers brush against my cheek as he passes by to lay his hand between us.
“Your dick is pierced,” I blurt out, not meaning to, but it’s what I’m thinking, and he did ask.
The bed shakes when he laughs. “That’s not what was keeping you awake, Erika.”
“No, it wasn’t, but it’s what’ll keep me awake now.” I take my shot because I’m a Nosy Nancy, and I was never one hundred percent sure if the girls in the online forums were just making it up or not. “Is it a Prince Albert?”
“Yeah.”
I hesitate briefly before digging a little more. “Does it, you know, feel good?”
“Yeah.”
“How? In what way?” I need all the details, and this is something we’ve never talked about before. Yet another thing to add to the list of things we avoid.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
He drags his hand down his face, then sighs. “Fuck it. Well, for me, it feels really fucking sensitive because it stimulates the nerves around the areas that are pierced.”
“Areas?”
