My heart starts to race, and my cock thickens in the boxers. Fuck me, that’s one nice ass.
Stepping back, I move to the side so he doesn’t see me creeping and adjust my dick.
Really? Now is not the time to be getting hard. The goal is not to scare the guy away. If he finds out that I’ve been having very naughty dreams about him, he might be uncomfortable or worse, pissed.
Giving myself a second to calm down, I knock on the door when I see he’s dressed. “I’m good to go.”
He turns around with owlish eyes. “Ah, yeah. Me too.” He bends over and hands me my socks and sneakers. “Here. I took them off you last night. Didn’t think they would be too comfortable to sleep in.”
He took them off? Did Blake really take care of me last night? This is not helping the crush I’m not allowed to have for him. If anything, it’s making it worse.
“Thanks.” I smile, taking them from him. We head downstairs to the kitchen.
He pulls a Gatorade out of the fridge and hands it to me. Then he goes to the cabinet above the stove and takes out a pill bottle. He shakes two out and hands those to me as well.
“Ugh, you’re my knight in shining armor, I swear, Blake.” I groan, downing the pills and taking a few big gulps of the drink.
“It’s nothing, really,” he murmurs, and fuck me, are his ears turning pink?! Just when I thought he couldn’t be more adorable. God, I just want to hug the man, bury my face in his neck, kiss him, touch him, hear his laugh, see that smile more.
“You okay?” Blake snaps me back to reality. “Looks like you drifted off there.”
“I’m good.” I grin. “Just feeling like shit.”
“I mean, I didn’t wanna say anything before. But...” He jokes. Oh my god, be still my heart, he’s joking with me.
“Haha, funny man.” I laugh. “I’m sexy as fuck, no matter the situation.”
“Full of yourself much?” He rolls his eyes.
“Nah, just confident enough without getting a big head.” I shrug, taking another drink.
***
“So, what’s your plan for this morning?” I ask as we head toward the school.
“Nothing much, really. I don’t have classes until noon on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. So I normally don’t come to campus until eleven.”
“Shit.” I grimace. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s fine, really. Just because I don’t leave for school until then, doesn’t mean I’m not up. I’m a morning person.”
“I knew it.” I sigh.
“Knew what?” he asks, casting me a quick glance.
“That there had to be something wrong with you.” I grin. “I knew you were too perfect. Morning people.Ugh.”
His lips part in genuine shock. “That's the only flaw you see in me?” he asks. “That I’m a morning person?”
“Ah, yeah. I like sleep. People who are too cheery in the morning freak me out.”
“But I’m not a cheery person.” He frowns.
“Nope. That helps earn back some of the brownie points that you just lost. All you gotta do is shoot me that cute, little angry kitten growly face and I think we can just put you back at the top of being perfect.”
He casts me a glare, and fuck, my cock twitches.
“Yup, that one, right there. Alright, you’re perfect again.”
