My gaze drops down to the big bulge straining underneath the fabric of his pants. Unlike mine, I assume his hard-on is definitely just the result of morning wood. Completely normal and not at all as fucked up as mine.
“Hey.” I glance away, quickly. “Y—yeah. I was just… brushing my teeth.”
I reach for my bag beside the tent and rummage around for my toothbrush and toothpaste. “You sleep okay?” I ask, splashing water onto the bristles before bringing it to my mouth.
I turn away, hoping he won’t notice the slight tremor in my hand. But no matter how hard I try, my eyes keep drifting back to him.
I know I should fight it. But I can’t.
The dream felt too vivid. Too real. Like I already know what it feels like when he touches me.
And for some reason… it makes my whole body tingle in ways it shouldn’t. In ways it never has before.
Maybe I should just take us home.
Unfazed, Noah ducks back into the tent and reappears with his toothbrush in hand. He plucks my toothpaste from my bag. Then he takes the water bottle from my hand and adds a sprinkle to his toothbrush, like this is the most natural thing in the world.
“Iwas…until you squeezed the hell out of me,” he mumbles, brushing it off lightly. He glances down at his side, where I’d been holding onto him. “You might’ve left a bruise.”
Hetugs the waistband of his pants down just enough to show more of his hip. Unfortunately, that also reveals the sharp cut of his V-line like a direct pathway right to his—
I quickly turn around, pinching my eyes shut. Heat crawls up my neck as I struggle to keep the thoughts at bay.
“Dammit,” I spit out my full mouth onto the grass. Everything he’s doing has been messing with my head. I wonder if this is what he wants. To get me allflustered.
“What?” He questions. Spitting out onto the ground. If I didn’t know any better, it actually kind of sounds like he’s honestly confused.
I clear my throat, looking over my shoulder. “I’m just…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.” I try to steady my voice as best as I can.
He shrugs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ah, it’s okay. I like it rough.”
My jaw drops as I turn to watch him slip back inside the tent. Does he not realize the things he says? How he acts? What it…doesto people? Or, does it just affect me like this?
“I need a shower,” he groans, rummaging through his belongings.
“Yeah…uh, we can rinse off at the water, but if you want to use soap, we’ll have to go to the communal showers.”
Noah storms out of the tent in nothing but dark blue navy swim trunks and his nipple piercings all on display.
“I’m cool with that. Wouldn’t want to harm the animals.” He slips on shades over his eyes and pops in a smoke in his mouth.
I walk over and snatch the smoke from his lips. “Yeah,exactly.”
“Hey!” He reaches out for the cigarette, but I make quick work of holding it away from him and out of reach.
“This little guy could get stuck in a chipmunk's airway, poison aquatic life, or even start a wildfire. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” I ask, repeatedly moving it away from his reaching hand.
Finally, he breathes out deeply, admitting defeat and dropping his hand. “No, I wouldn’t.” He huffs, looking off into the distance.
A smile tugs at my lips. Who’d think he’d be such an animal lover?
“Guess I’ll have to find another way to relax out here.” He leaves me speechless yet again as he nudges his shoulder into mine before walking off.
I swallow deeply watching him head towards the trail, his ass reminding me where my dick was only a few minutes ago.
“Yeah, I guess so…” I murmur softly.
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