“Something wrong with it?” Harvey asked, stepping back with a frown, looking down at himself.
“No, I… it… it’s just… I can’t explain myself without sounding ridiculous,” I said.
Harvey looked up at me again. “Sound as ridiculous as you want,” he said. “It’s just the two of us.”
The earnest look in his eyes reminded me I was standing in front of my best friend the same way stubbing my toe reminded me I was alive. For a moment, ithurthow familiar Harvey was, how much I trusted him, how certainly I knew that I could be ridiculous in front of him, and it wouldn’t matter.
He’d still look at me like that. Like he was looking at someone he…
Liked. A lot.
The shy little smile making his lips twitch wasnothelping me concentrate on anything other than how much I wanted to kiss him.
“It’s sexy,” I said. “You’resexy.”
Harvey raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t laugh at me.
“Thanks,” he said. “For the record, I think you’re sexy too.”
He did?
“You do?”
“Ig, I’ve had my mouth on your ass,” Harvey said. “Which I thought might be a hint that I’m, y’know, at least a little sexually attracted to you.”
“A little?” I asked.
“A lot,” Harvey corrected. “Alota lot, okay?”
“A lot sounds better than a little,” I said, reaching out to play with the top button on Harvey’s shirt. “Even in the pajamas?”
“Especiallyin the pajamas,” Harvey said, leaning in to brush his nose against mine, keeping his lips teasingly just out of reach. “The pajamas make me think of you in bed. Thinking of you in bed makes me think of mewithyou in bed. Taking the pajamas off. Running my hands over your skin. Kissing you head to toe…”
I moaned into Harvey’s mouth as he kissed me, toes curling against the floorboards, fingers tightening around a fistful of his Henley—which was just as soft to the touch as it looked.
“We’re gonna be late if you keep doing that,” I said, head spinning as blood rushed south.
“Which is why I’m gonna stop doing it,” Harvey said, his lips still close enough to brush against mine, one hand slipping into my apparently very sexy Batman pajama pants and squeezing my ass like it was a stress ball.
“You’ll have to wait until we’re alone again,” Harvey murmured, then backed off, hand slipping away like it’d never been there.
“But it’s a sleepover,” I said. We wouldn’t be alone again until tomorrow night—after the wedding—at the earliest.
Harvey smirked. “So it is,” he said, eyes glittering with mischief. “Guess you’re stuck thinking about it all night. C’mon, Theo.”
My mouth fell open as Harvey backed away, scooping Theo up and clipping his leash on like an expert.
“That’s how you’re playing it?” I asked, following him to the door and slipping my shoes on. “You’re just gonna remind me how good sex is with you and then make me wait?”
“Pretty much,” Harvey said, grinning. “Gotta keep you coming back for more.”
* * *
“Theo’s havingthe time of his tiny life,” Harvey said, settling next to me and offering me a beer. Seth’s bachelor party was in full swing, which meant Wes was chasing him around the yard with a pillow, wearing a blanket as a cape.
Theo thought this was the best game anyone had ever invented, chasing after both of them with his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging so fast it was nearly invisible.
“Everyone loves a puppy,” I said. “It’s good, it means he’ll crash later.”
