Page 29 of Saving Wyatt

Besides, Wyatt was Warren's brother. I couldn't do anything about my raw attraction to the guy even if I wanted to. Which I didn't. I certainly didn't.

I loved Warren more than I loved a little quick release or a fucking fantasy. And I couldn’t risk losing him for some stupid infatuation.

Nah. This was just a fluke. Today was just one of those days. Those days I was at the mercy of my bodily needs. But I was a grown man. I wasn't subject to my primal desires. I was a man in control of himself.

I had to be.

I wasn't an animal. I was a man. A doctor. A doctor who knew a boner was nothing more than nitric oxide flowing through my penis. Who knew that sexual attraction was just hormones, dopamine, and serotonin going haywire inside me. Nothing more, nothing less.

I wasn't a servant to my desires. I was in control of them, and I could just as easily control this…crush on my best friend's brother.

ELEVEN

WYATT

Just the thought of seeing him again made my cheeks all red and hot. I was so embarrassed. How could I forget to lock the bathroom door in a house full of people?

Thankfully he hadn’t walked in on me jerking off two minutes earlier or I wouldn’t have been able to be in the same town as him, let alone the same room.

Despite my shame and utter mortification, I eventually had to leave my brother’s bedroom at some point. My stomach was growling like a beast, and it required sustenance or else. So I got dressed, the same clothes I had been wearing last night that still smelled of smoke, and tried to make my escape out of this house. As soon as I stepped outside of the room, however, I found two sets of eyes staring back at me.

“Good morning, sunshine,” my brother said from the kitchen table, but it was Ari’s gaze I focused on.

He nodded at me with a soft smile, all mature and grown-up, unlike me who felt like a pubescent teenager caught red-handed beating off to dirty magazines.

I hadn’t felt like that in a long time. A very long time.

My face went all flushed, and I muttered a good-morning back at them, and with my tail between my legs, I made an attempt at leaving the apartment.

“Where are you off to?” Warren asked.

I stopped halfway to the front door and muttered, “Breakfast.”

“Oh, don’t be absurd. We’ve got plenty of breakfast here,” Ari said, and I couldn’t help but look at him.

Light filtered through the window behind him, giving him a rim light, a glow that made him look almost angelic. I hadn’t dealt in religion in a very long time, but he was for sure the sexiest angel I’d ever seen.

“I’ve made extra for you,” he added, and I shook my head clear of those inappropriate thoughts.

I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep getting carried away in his presence. The last thing I needed was to embarrass myself further and reveal my “dirty, little secret” to everyone over an irrationally uncontrollable lust.

“Oh,” was all I managed to articulate and glanced at the door, considering my escape for another moment.

With a heavy sigh, I turned my back on the door and sat at the kitchen table. I must’ve been a glutton for trouble because that was all that could await me in his company. Even so, I couldn’t refuse the invitation, considering all the effort he’d put into preparing breakfast. Especially considering they’d both offered me a bed for the night. I didn’t want to be ungrateful. Ma had taught me better.

“Thank you,” I said and looked at the options on the table.

There were stacks of pancakes on one plate, fresh fruit in a bowl, maple syrup and whipped cream, sunny-side-up eggs, bacon, and sausages on another plate, with toast on the side.

“Help yourself to anything. I made extra because I didn’t know what you like,” he said.

Warren opposite me seemed to lower his head a little more over his plate and chewed on some sausage.

“That’s…that’s so generous. You didn’t need to go into all that trouble…for me.” Somehow my voice came out composed, not shaky like it felt inside me.

“It’s been a wild twenty-four hours. You need all the fuel. And no trouble at all. I love cooking.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “Since when?” he asked.