“Do you want me to?”
“Absolutely.” Jasper stood, pressing a quick kiss to Vincent’s cheek before taking both their plates to the sink.
“That should give you enough time to decide if there are any more changes you want to make.”
Jasper returned to the table and leaned against the back of Vincent’s chair. “Like punishments?” he asked dryly.
“For starters,” Vincent replied in the same tone, reaching up to flick Jasper’s nose.
Jasper caught the finger between his teeth with a soft growl. “Can you make lasagna on Wednesday?” he asked, moving around the chair to sit across Vincent’s lap.
“Maybe.” Vincent found himself nuzzling into Jasper’s neck without consciously deciding to, his hand settling on Jasper’s thigh.
“Mm. We have time for another round, right?” Jasper asked, burying his fingers in Vincent’s hair.
Vincent hummed as if he were considering it and fought back a smile. “We already hit your once-a-week quota.”
“Technically we can start a new week right now,” Jasper said with a wiggle of his brows.
Vincent sat back with a soft laugh. “Oh? You’re going to wait until Sunday to have sex again?”
Jasper made a face. “No. I’m changing it to twice a week.”
“You got off last night too.”
“That doesn’t count!”
“No?”
“No.” Jasper bit Vincent’s shoulder. “Only counts if you’re inside me.”
“Ah. So you giving me a blowjob counts, but not me giving you one. I see.”
Jasper lifted his head and rolled his eyes. “Hilarious.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MONDAY TOOKa page from Friday’s book by turning into complete shit. Jasper woke up late and had to skip breakfast to catch the bus in time. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d completely forgotten about his test.
Luckily, trauma care was one of the subjects he was most interested in, so he was sure he’d aced it, but it still left him rattled. He couldn’t afford to lose his scholarship. He had barely two hundred bucks to his name, and that was needed to cover bus fare and lunches.
His day only got worse when he got to work and spilled half a machine of popcorn all over the floor. Then the slushy machine pissed lukewarm blue liquid all over him. He was tempted to bang his head against the wall as he cleaned himself up in the bathroom, but he didn’t want to risk ending up in the hospital with a fractured skull. The only bright side was that their uniforms were black, so he only had to deal with being sticky and the sweet fake raspberry smell rather than also looking like he’d murdered a Smurf.
By the time Keith picked him up at the end of his shift, he wanted a shower and to crawl into bed for a week.
Thankfully the car was silent, at least until they hit the highway.
“Rough day?” Keith asked.
“Could say that,” Jasper muttered, letting out a long sigh. Wednesday was a million years away, but it was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Jasper slumped lower in the passenger seat. “Amber put you up to this?”
“Up to what?” Keith asked, sounding genuinely confused.
He made a face and let his forehead thunk against the window.
