I’m way more satisfied by his answer than I should be. Normally, this would be the point when I ran away. Caring about someone else puts me on a fast track to disappointment and betrayal every time.
But a fuck buddy, and someone so different from the people I usually spend my time with? Maybe that could actually work, at least for a while.
“Come on,” I say, patting his thigh. “Let’s check out the bed.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
MATTY
I wakeup positively clinging to Stone, clutching his body like I’ll die if I let go. One of my legs is tossed up over his thighs, my foot hooking around his knee, and I’m hugging his chest and burying my face into the crook of his neck while he snores softly.
How the hell did I get here?
There’s morning light filtering through his bedroom blinds, and lusty hormones drench my senses. I can taste Stone on my tongue, and my cock is rock hard, pressed to his side.
Fuck, this feels good. So good I can’t imagine dragging myself away, especially not when Stone stirs and throws an arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer.
For two guys who are totally different, our bodies sure do fit nicely together.
Hell, I’ve practically hit the jackpot. In my past relationships, I tended to blow things by getting clingy, even a little desperate. After spending so much of my life feeling alone, when I connect with someone, I tend to latch on in an unhealthy way.
But Stone is like a cheat code, skipping right past that problem. I can cling to him as tightly as I want, listening to his sexy little snores and studying the look on his face, practically angelic he’s so peaceful. His lips are parted just enough that I can see the white of his teeth as the light falls right across his high cheekbones.
I sigh and cuddle closer. I can cling to Stone because there’s a deadline to all of this. He’s a fuck buddy with an expiration date because that’s what he has to be.
Just trying to imagine a life where we were something more summons a storm in my brain, so many emotions crashing into each other, it’s pure chaos.
No, Stone is a temporary distraction, and I’m just having some fun on my way back to my real love, Milo.
That’s all this is. That’s why I can lie here and huff Stone’s scent, feeling good and protected as Sunday morning stretches on.
I jerk up with a start.
It’s Sunday morning.
The sudden motion wakes Stone, who stirs and yawns as he looks up to me. “Morning.”
I grab my phone. “Shit,” I answer.
“Not a morning person, I guess,” he grumbles, pulling himself up on his elbows.
I roll out of bed and find my pants on the ground. “No, it’s not that. I have a meeting today with the director of my fellowship programs,” I explain, shoving my legs in and hopping around. “They’re filming at the studio today, and she’s coming in early to see the progress I’ve made on my film.” I turn my phone to face him. “I’ve got thirty minutes to get there!” I yelp.
Stone sits up the rest of the way. “Oh, fuck,” he says, his deep voice raspy. “I hate being late.”
“Especially when I haven’t done my work,” I complain as I pull my T-shirt on.
Stone crawls out of bed and stretches his long arms up over his head. “Come on,” he yawns. “I’ll give you a ride.”
Stone really is a hero because thirty-one minutes later, he drops me off at the studio, a cup of coffee in one hand and a half-eaten egg sandwich in the other. Rushing out the door, we don’t have time to talk about the hookup last night, which is probably for the best.
He doesn’t strike me as a “sit around and process” kind of guy.
And I’ve got much more pressing issues to confront now. Like the fact that I have morning breath but no work of substance prepared to show the fellowship director.
“Thanks, fuck buddy,” I say, leaning across the middle truck seat to surprise Stone with a kiss on the cheek.
There is still enough time to flirt with him, though, and the shy smile on his lips energizes me even more than the coffee does.
