“Thanks, wingman,” he says, clapping Luther on the shoulder as he leans against him.
“You good?”
“I’m fabulous.” He chuckles and jostles me over his shoulder. I post my hands on his butt and look up through the curtain of my hair to see Luther’s scowl deepening.
“Killian.”
He groans. “Don’t get your monster dick in a twist, dude! I’m good. I’m just gonna take her to her dorm, make sure she gets back okay.” With one more hard look at his friend, Luther glares at me.
I smile and wave goodbye. “Goodnight, Luther!”
Killian starts walking down the hall before I remember Tori’s still passed out in the chair. “Wait! Can you help Tori get back to her dorm?” He looks down to her, and then back to me. “Thank you, you’re the best!” Killian cackles as he turns the corner, and Luther disappears from view.
“You got your key?”
I groan. “Pocket.”
He reaches his other arm over to dig through my pants pockets, and his hand rubs over my ass.
“Hey!”
“Accident!”
I snort as he bends down, fiddling with the key to unlock my door. When it finally opens, he ducks so I don’t bump against the threshold and swings me around to close and lock it again.
“Mmm good boy,” I murmur, patting his butt cheek. Fair’s fair, right?
He groans. “Why does it sound so much better when you say it?”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“Set me down.” I pat his butt again. “Mush.”
He sets me down on my bed and faces me, hands on his hips. “Did you just?—”
“Turn around.” I motion with my finger, and he sighs. I start undressing, because fuck wearing a braorpants to bed.
God this is a comfy bed.
Have my sheets always been this soft?
When I’m fully under the covers, I let him turn back around and see that he’s filled a glass of water for me and found some pain meds from my medicine cabinet.
“For m’lady,” he says, handing them to me. I take a big gulp, throw back the pills, and set the empty glass on the desk by my bed.
“Thank you, sir knight,” I flutter my eyelashes.
“Doth the princess wish to be tucked in?”
I giggle at how ridiculous we are and nod. “Yes, please.”
“One princess burrito, coming up.” He begins to tuck the sheet under my feet and legs, and “accidentally” tickles me when he moves up to my stomach. By the time he reaches my shoulders, I’m swaddled like a baby.
“I can’t move.” I complain, trying to wiggle my toes.
“Well yeah, can’t have the bogeyman eating you.”
