“You. I’ll figure out the rest after.”
I can tell he’s not ready to continue this conversation, so I stand to put some distance between us. “I’m gonna change. You can change in the bathroom if you like.”
Cashmere sets his mug down and takes the shorts and T-shirt, wordlessly returning to the bathroom.
I can’t believe he’s in my bedroom. I’ve spent the better part of a year obsessed with getting close to him, and now I’m minutes away from having his scent coat my bedsheets. Granted the circumstances are pretty shit, but I’ll take what I can get.
I realize I can’t change clothes. I don’t sleep with clothes on. Just my briefs. That would probably make him uncomfortable though, so I grab shorts from the drawer and pull those on instead of my sweats. I’ll be hot, but that’s fine. I’ll deal with it.
The bathroom door opens and Cashmere steps out, swallowed by my T-shirt. My shorts go all the way to his knees, and he looks like a teen who got into his dad’s closet. I didn’t realize his build was so much more petite than mine.
He extends his arms. “I look ridiculous.”
“Or cute.”
He scowls at me. “Cute is never the vibe I’m going for.”
“You’re welcome to sleep in whatever you like.”
Cashmere snorts. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If I just peeled out of all these clothes and slept naked beside you.”
“I’d prefer you didn’t if it’s still hands off.”
He struts toward me, nearly pressing his chest to mine when he reaches me. “It’s definitely still hands off.”
His breath smells minty, and up close like this, I can see all those delicious freckles dotting his cheeks. His pretty light-tan skin is absolutely flawless except for the swollen reddish-purple bruise on his cheek. The sight of it reignites my rage. I could spend all night searching this city for the asshole who did this, but that doesn’t make any sense yet. I need to know more.
“It’s late. You should get some rest.”
Cashmere nods, but makes no attempt to put distance between us. “How does a hitman blow off steam at the end of a shift?”
“What do you mean?”
“You have to do something, right? It’s gotta be kind of stressful.”
“The gym. Sometimes I smoke.” I hold his beautiful hazel gaze. “Sometimes I fuck.”
“What are you gonna do tonight?”
“I smoked.”
“You’re relaxed now?” He reaches up and drags a finger lightly across my jaw. “You don’t look relaxed.”
I grab his wrist and pull his hand away. “If I don’t get to touch, neither do you. I’m only human, Cashmere.”
A sexy smile spreads across his plush mouth. “That’s fair.”
“But when you change your mind, prepare yourself. I’ve been saving up.”
He looks mildly confused for a moment before understanding settles over his features. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “You’re an interesting man, Specter.”
“So are you, Cashmere.” I release his wrist and watch as he moves around the bed to the other side.
I can’t believe I’m about to have my sole obsession in my bed and I can’t do a damn thing with him. Even as my dick swells, I grit my teeth with determination. Cashmere needs to know he’s safe here, and he is. I’ve waited this long; I can wait a little longer. But if I wasn’t sure he was mine before, I sure as fuck know it now. I’ll keep him safe, provide for him, worship him.
It’s only a matter of time.
CHAPTER 12
