“Wait!” I rush out, not wanting him to leave.
He pauses at the door. “What's up?”
“You don’t have to sleep on the couch. This is your bed. You can sleep here too.” I could offer to take the couch, but I don’t.
“You sure you’re okay sharing a bed?” he asks. “It’s fine. I can sleep on the couch.”
“It’s a queen size bed. There’s enough room for the both of us.” I shrug.
“You sure?”
“Just get in the damn bed, Cooper.” I sigh heavily.
He chuckles and joins me back on the bed. “Just wanted to make sure.”
As we pull back the blankets, I start to get nervous. Am I really going to sleep in the same bed as Cooper?
I’ve never slept in the same bed as anyone. What if I snore, or talk in my sleep? Oh god, what if I fart in my sleep!? I’d die if this man heard me fart.
We climb into bed and I lay there, stiff as a board as Cooper gets comfortable.
“I have my alarm set for five-thirty. Since we just showered, we can just climb out of bed and head to the shop. You okay with that?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Night, Latte Boy,” Cooper teases.
“Night, Golden Boy,” I murmur back.
He flicks off the light, cloaking us in darkness.
I stare up at the ceiling for fifteen minutes before I accept the fact that I’m not getting any sleep tonight.
Chapter 13
Cooper
How long do you have to stare at a person before it’s considered creepy?
I probably got to that point about ten minutes ago, but I can’t help it.
I woke up before my alarm and shut it off, so that it didn’t wake Blake. I was going to get dressed and go make us something to eat before waking him up, but I’ve just been sitting here, watching him sleep.
He’s so damn cute it makes my heart flutter. He’s on his back, arm just above his head, face tilted to the side, lips parted as he breathes softly. He looks so peaceful, I don’t want to wake him up.
I already know I’m going to be struggling today. Sleep and I were not friends last night. First, it was because I knew Blake was unable to fall asleep right away. My mind wouldn’t shut off, worried he was mad at me for something. By the time he did fall asleep, I was wide awake. I continued to lay there and let my mind race.
Something is going on with Blake, and I don’t know what it is. I’m not sure if he’s upset about something, but there has been a slight shift in his demeanor. He’s always been a blusher, but now it’s like he can’t look me in the eyes very long.
I wonder if he heard me in the shower last night. I didn’t go in there planning to jerk off, but as I was washing myself, my mind drifted back to the moment we had in the pool. Then the fantasy started running wild and before I knew it, I was imagining all the things I wanted to do to him.
I tried to be quiet, but maybe I failed and he overheard me? If he did, is he mad at me, grossed out, uncomfortable?
I don’t want to bring it up to him because then I’d be putting us both in an awkward situation for nothing.
Pulling my attention away from Blake, I look down at my phone and groan. I gotta be at work in twenty minutes. Damn early Sunday mornings.
I’m glad Blake agreed to hang out with me today. I only work until three and have the night off, but Blake has a shift at the video game store tonight. He’s only part time, so his schedule is never consistent, mostly filling in for other people. It sucks for him, but it means lots of free time during the week. Except for Wednesdays, because that's when he tutors Bailey.
