Seriously?
Drew:
Yes, but I’d rather be wherever you are
I sigh and lie back on the bed. I hope I get the story about why he’s at a Bar Mitzvah. That’s part of what I like about Drew. I don’t know everything about him. He’s a mystery, but I enjoy uncovering more.
Me:
I wish you were here too
Drew:
Line dance, be back
I set my phone to the side and glance at the door. Are the guys even still awake? Last night when I was restless, Dante helped me. My toes curl thinking about how he helped me.
Maybe someone is still up. Finn seemed more than willing to play with me. Besides, where’s Peabody? He’s not in here with me. I should check up on him. Though if I know the little traitor, he’s probably curled up with Dante.
Not that I can blame Peabody. Dante makes a very lovely bed and I’d love to curl up on him too.
I shove off my bed and creep across the room. It’s not like I don’t have free rein of the house. I’m not under house arrest.
Opening the door, I step into the hallway. A little shiver trickles through me at the darkness. I’ve never been in their apartment at night. Wyatt’s door is right there. I could open it and crawl into bed with him.
Fuck, I could crawl into bed with any of them. Bet that would be a surprise.
After that kiss with Wyatt, I want more. I blow out a breath. I’ve waited this long. I guess I can wait until morning after we have our talk.
Yay, a talk.
Why does everything have to be so complicated?
Can’t we just fuck now and talk later?
I walk into the living room and check for my little furball, but he’s not on the couch. He’s in with either Finn or Dante. Wyatt would look like a pin cushion in the morning if Peabody could gnaw on him all night.
I chuckle to myself as I reach the kitchen, grab a glass from the cabinet, and fill it with water. Taking a drink, I turn to study the darkened room. What happened tonight and how could it have gone differently?
Would it have gone differently if I hadn’t drunk so much?
It didn’t feel right without Drew here, though. Which is an odd thought to have. These guys I’ve known all my life. I’ve known Drew for a few months. If anything, I should be excluding him now that Wyatt wants me.
A little thrill goes through me.
Yes, Wyatt definitely wants me. I felt his hard cock pressed against my stomach as he kissed me. But that doesn’t mean he’s a sure thing. Besides, I would have been insulted if I was naked and he didn’t have an erection.
There’s going to be a talk.
Probably where Wyatt tells me all the reasons he can’t be with me. I’m sure my innocence will be the top thing on the list. Then there’s his friendship with Tom. And whatever his kink is that he thinks I won’t be able to handle.
I haven’t even had time to contemplate those dildos in his drawer. They seemed high quality. Maybe a collector’s thing. Maybe he likes to use them on himself?
I shake my head at the thought. If Wyatt were gay or bi, someone would have told me by now. Fuck, Tom would have told me to get me to stop pining over his friend. And that kiss. A shiver works through me. Definitely attracted to me at least.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to use them on himself though. Which would be weird and kinky. I turn and refill my water glass. A door opens and I set my glass down on the counter. I’ve been caught.
I remind myself there’s no reason I can’t be out of my room.
