You’re such an ass sometimes
Morgan:love you too, tell me if his dick’s as good you want it to be
“Is that Kieran?”Carter asked, still standing around in the middle of my apartment like he wasn’t sure what to do indoors.
“Morgan,” I said. “You remember, from high school? He runs the florist next to the tattoo shop.”
“Oh. Right, well. I’ll leave you to it.”
“I was gonna order a pizza,” I said.
It wasn’t exactly a romantic candlelit dinner, but Carter looked exhausted. Couldn’t hurt to take a little care of him, could it?
“I could go for pizza,” Carter said.
“Awesome.” I grinned at him, patting down my pockets for phone, wallet, and keys as if we hadn’tjustgotten in. “I’ll order on the walk, give you some time to settle in. Sound good?”
“Sounds good,” Carter agreed, shoulders loosening a fraction.
I wished he didn’t react to me like I was a stranger. I’d pined for him for years, and he barely knew me.
Apparently, that still hurt.
“I’ll be back in twenty,” I promised, heading for the door. “My home is your home.”
“You’re very kind,” Carter said, like he was surprised.
I turned that thought over in my mind as I braced myself to brave the cold outside.
3
Carter
Aiden’s bedproved more comfortable than I’d imagined it would be, and he’d even gone to the trouble of changing the sheets after dinner.
His bedroom had evenmoretrophies and awards in it, the whole apartment filled with art prints—some framed, others taped to the wall, taking up every inch of space in some places.
I knew people I worked with who would havekilledfor a fraction of Aiden’s art collection. It was incredible.
Strange to feel like I was meeting someone I’d known most of my life for the first time, but that was exactly what this was like. Aiden had always been Kieran’s little brother, kind of a delinquent.
Sweet enough, but… not like this.
I got what Kieran meant about him being out of my league. If I’d actually been gay—or he’d been a woman—I wouldn’t have stood a hope in hell with someone like this. Aiden wasmuchcooler than me, and more accomplished.
Attractive, too. I wasn’t exactly sure what people looked for in men, but I knew Aiden had more of it than I did.
The seven a.m. alarm I’d set on my phone went off, prompting me to scramble for it before I woke the entire neighborhood. Bleary-eyed and already missing the warm bed, I wandered to the bathroom at my bladder’s insistence.
Unfortunately, I didn’t hear the spray until I opened the door, coming face-to-face with a completely naked Aiden in a completely open shower, turning to see what kind of asshole would walk in on someone in the bathroom.
He wascoveredin tattoos, from the pin-up style merman on his upper arm to the elaborate anchor perched on his hip, to…
“Holyshit,” I blurted out, staring in horror. “Is that apiercing?”
Aiden laughed as I tore my eyes away from his dick—which I shouldn’t have been looking at in the first place. Cheeks burning, I focused on the towel rail, watching as he curled fingers tipped with immaculate black nail polish around the fluffy white towel hanging over it andnotlooking at him.
I’d seen more than I ever wanted to.
