CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JONAH
My fingers creptover the bed, meeting a rumpled pillow and cool sheets. I had no idea what time it was, only that I’d slept. And not just slept—I’d gone fully unconscious. If I had dreamed, I didn’t remember anything.
Groaning, I sat up and felt down my torso, but I caught a whiff of my woodsy lavender whatever soap that Tucker was always buying me. Had Alexio cleaned me up? And when the fuck had he left?
Reaching over, my fingertips grazed the nightstand, but my phone wasn’t on the charger where I normally left it. That was so fucking annoying. Losing shit in my apartment wasn’t a big deal, but it always took me a hundred hours to find it, especially if my phone wasn’t in speaking distance.
“Hey, Siri?”
Of course, I was met with silence.
I didn’t remember much from the night before apart from amazing food and an orgasm that had knocked me unconscious. Well, there had also been Alexio and his arms around me. I vaguely remembered him pulling me close and gently rocking our bodies until I was out.
God, that last part must have been a dream because Alexio was obviously fine with feeding and fucking me, but the snuggling after?
There was not a chance in hell the dude was a cuddler.
Stretching my arms up, I listened to the snap, crackle, pop of my back before feeling around the bedspread. The tea tray with last night’s dinner leftovers was also gone.
“Fuck, my kitchen,” I murmured aloud when I realized I hadn’t helped Alexio put everything back. That was going to be yet another nightmare I had to deal with.
Kicking my feet over the side of the bed, I swept them from left to right to make sure there were no clothes or shoes I was going to trip over, and then I stumbled into the bathroom and started the shower.
A quick shit, shave, and wash was all I needed to start the day. I had to be at the arena in—well, I actually had no idea because my phone was missing, and my watch was also who the fuck knew where. But I knew Tucker wouldn’t care once he found out I’d been?—
Oh. Wait.
Actually, I couldn’t tell him what I’d been up to last night. I still hadn’t told him I was bi, and while Killian had probably kept his mouth shut, I did need to say something soon. I wasn’t exactly the most subtle man, and while Tucker could be kind of a dipshit, he was going to notice when I started touching other men’s butts.
It didn’t take me long to get clean. Alexio had apparently done a great job at cleaning up all the dried bits of come from my stomach and pubes, so I quickly threw on a jogger set and shuffled my way into the living room. I grazed my fingers over light switches, but they were all turned off.
Alexio must have done that too.
It was weirdly thoughtful, and I didn’t want to focus too much on it because then I’d have to address the strange feeling that had been sitting in my chest for a while now, and I didn’t have time for that. Or the space for it.
I took a breath, then punched the button on my coffee maker to start my to-go cup before turning to face the living room. “Hey, Siri?”
PING!
Success.
“Play alert.”
“Playing alert for Jonah’s iPhone.”
I fucking hated the alert ring, but it helped me find my phone, which was on the floor and partially beneath the couch. Fuck, that would have taken me a hundred years to find. I swept my hand back and forth until I touched it, and as I pulled it back, I heard something different.
It created an odd scraping sound. Shoving my phone onto the coffee table, my fingers explored the floor again until they came into contact with something else. It was…round…ish. Definitely some kind of metal with an image carved on both sides.
I would think it was a coin if it felt less like some kindergarten kid made it.
Maybe it was something from Caleb he’d dropped last time he visited. I made a mental note to tell him and dropped it on the coffee table before grabbing my phone again and checking the time. And, of course, I was late to morning practice, and there were six messages from Tucker.
I hit the Call button and listened to it ring.
“Someone better be fucking dead, dude,” Tucker said, pissed. Then he went quiet. “Oh shit. I didn’t mean that. Your dad, he’s not…”
