“Yeah, of course. It’s just that I don’t remember much and—”
When Adam threw the mattress on the floor, I couldn’t help but flinch. Another mattress landed next to it.
“Lie down, Jordan,” Adam said with a weary sigh.
“Um, okay…” I muttered. “It’s just that, in case something happened, I—”
“Nothing happened.”
“Okay, but in case it did, I just—”
“Nothing fucking happened!” Adam bellowed, startling me. “How many times do I have to say it, weirdo?”
I swallowed a mixture of anger, pain, and pride as he ran his hand over his face.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a softer tone. “I didn’t get any sleep, and I’m exhausted. Can you please lie down and present your ass to me so I can close my eyes for a short while?”
I blinked. “What?”
“I meant your back,” he corrected himself. “Present your back to me. That’s what I wanted to say.”
When a goofy smile appeared on his face, I felt a smidgeon of relief. I even managed to smile back.
“I don’t know what I’m saying,” Adam said with a heavy sigh. “I can scarcely keep my eyes open. Do what I said. Please.”
So, I did, and we spent the next two hours spooning, with him sleeping like the dead and me wide awake. It was when the stupidest thought in the world occurred to me, and I had a lot of those lately.
Maybe you can make him like you back.
Like I said, the stupidest thought in the world.
Chapter 8
Day Five: Crossing the Line
Adam
When I woke up in the morning with my body glued to Jordan’s, I felt the funniest thing—peace. I would almost say pleasure, but I was spooning with him, so peace it was. His body was warm, and he smelled nice. Well, he smelled like food, but that core scent of him, that touch of citrus, was ever-present on his skin. I sniffed at his neck, and then I just… breathed him in for a while. My morning wood was ill-timed, considering the situation, but I wasn’t too bothered by it. It was certainly better than spending the night in a cold, black hole.
When Jordan stirred in his sleep, rubbing his ass against my crotch, I regretted that he wasn’t a woman. The sensual grind made my teeth grit, and I put my hand on his hip to make him stop when he moaned. My gaze slid to his crotch, and I grinned at the sight. Lookie that. Little Jordie was hard. Again. For me, probably. I would have pointed it out to him just to fuck with him, but we had bigger fish to fry. Namely, a job to do. Bad guys to deceive and leave this fucking place before things could get any weirder. Also, it was time to wake the sleeping beauty.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” I whispered in Jordan’s ear, allowing my lips to graze his earlobe. Why? Because it was fun.
Jordan moaned and started to turn toward me, only to let out a startled yelp. He was off the mattress in a heartbeat, wide-eyed with alarm.
“I didn’t do n-nothing,” he stammered. “I swear!”
I rolled my eyes. “Get a grip and help me put away these mattresses before the guards arrive. I don’t want to spend another night in the hole.”
“Oh,” he muttered, crossing his hands over his crotch to hide the situation there. “Right.”
I smirked. “I know what morning wood is, Jordan. I woke up with one. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
His cheeks turned pink as he reached for the mattress and threw it on the bunk.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Or is it because of what happened the other night?”
