His eyes flare wide before he grabs the back of my neck, laughing. “My mouth, and you know it. I swear to God, Trevor, if you give me blue balls before bed, I’ll make sure my ass is nestled up against your cock all night.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
“Kiss me already,” he demands.
I do, the feel of Isaac’s lips turning me on no matter how short and sweet the kiss is. He doesn’t deepen it, but he groans as if the simple contact pains him, too.
He drops his forehead to my shoulder when we part. “Worth it.”
I can’t disagree with him. So I don’t.
I haven’t quite gotten used to seeing Isaac when I wake.
Somehow, I manage to open my eyes before my alarm, which gives me time to catch him sleeping. He’s lying on his stomach, one arm cradling his face.
I nearly snort. Even in sleep, he’s instinctually guarded.
I wonder how much of that has to do with his dad.
I carefully roll away, grabbing my phone to shut off the alarm so I can wake Isaac more gently. But first, I pad quietly from the room, closing the door behind me. After a quick pit stop in the bathroom, I head through the still-dark apartment to the kitchen.
It takes me a minute to get the espresso machine working, but finally, a stream of dark brew drops into the little cup.
Step four. Perfect the hazelnut latte.
I grab the hazelnut syrup I bought before frothing the milk. When I mix it all together, it looks like it should. I take a tiny sip. Fairly close to what Isaac gets at the library, I think.
Hoping for the best, I bring it with me back to the bedroom.
Isaac still hasn’t stirred. I sit on the edge of the bed, setting the drink on the nightstand in case he wakes abruptly.
“Morning,” I try.
Nothing.
I lean close and press a kiss to the tiny piece of his temple not covered by his arm.
Still nothing.
“What’s this?” I say. “Todd thinks he knows more Emerson than you?”
“I will fight him,” Isaac mumbles, shifting at last. He stretches with a groan before peeking an eye open and finding me. “You’re full of shit.”
“Morning,” I say again, presenting Isaac with the mug.
He perks up, reaching for it and looking inside. “Ohh, you are dangerous. Is this…” He takes a careful sip, his eyes widening. “Marry me.”
I bark a laugh that has Isaac’s eyes crinkling with his smile. He moans as he sips the latte, settling upright with the mug cradled in his hands.
When he realizes I’m staring at him, he stills. “What?”
“Nothing. Just…reminds me of a dream I had once.”
Isaac raises an eyebrow. “You dream of serving me coffee in the morning?”
No, more like I’ve dreamt of you in my clothes, in my bed, looking content and covered in my cum.
I clear my throat. “We have a good hour and a half or so before I’ll need to leave for class. Should we get started on that studying?”
