“I’m going to be lucky if I even make it through a shower without falling asleep.” Miles dropped the tissues in the bin and scooped up his clothes, turning back to find me watching appreciatively. His gaze slipped to the floor – a sudden shyness that seemed out of place. “I need to go,” he said. “But Mat . . .” He paused, uneasiness creeping into his posture, into the slight hunching of his shoulders and the way he clutched his clothes close. “You can’t tell anyone about this, right?”
It had been a long time since I’d had to hide anything, and the return of those old, familiar worries tasted sour in the wake of all the rest. Not that it was a surprising request in the circumstances.
“Of course not,” I said, forcing a smile. “Who would even believe me?”
He didn’t smile back, didn’t speak, just lingered like he want-ed further reassurance but dared not ask.
“I’m not going to tell anyone, Miles, I promise.” I sighed. “Although, if we’re still doing this by the time Katie gets here, she might notice.”
“Yeah, probably. Would that . . . be all right?”
“If you mean can you trust her, then yes.”
“Right. Thanks.” He pulled on his shorts, and not bothering with his shirt, pressed out a flat smile. “I’d better go.”
“Hey.” I hauled myself off the bed. As I approached, he leaned back against the wall like he wanted to escape, leaving us the same height – a height from which he watched me warily as I planted myself naked before him. “We’re good,” I said, gently taking hold of his chin and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Go sleep.”
A hint of his earlier shock flickered across his face, but he nodded. Shrugged. Managed a smile. “Yeah, I will. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Miles departed without a backward glance, and when the apartment door closed behind him, I blew out a heavy breath. Of course he was worried about secrecy. The only real surprise was that he’d waited so long to ask.
Eight
Dick Scrunchie
you awake?
Yeah, what’s up?
me
you haven’t left for the gym stupidly early or something have you?
No. I don’t think it’s been ten hours yet though. Something you want?
you’re going to make me ask for it?
I’m going to make you ask for it
you’re a monster
I can feel myself drifting back off to sleep
damn it, i’ve been lying here thinking about your dick for twenty minutes and it’s becoming a problem
cock
now
. . .
please
See? Was that so difficult?
Door’s unlocked
