The bottom of the raven’s wing.
I see the edge of the wrap I put around his arm, too.
“Hi,” Sev says in a low tone.
I’ve been caught red-handed.
Every inch of my body flushes with heat, like I’m blushing all the way from my face down to my fucking legs.
My cock is still hard, and being in the same ten-foot radius of Sevan Berlant is the last thing I need when I’m trying to convince my mind to forget he exists.
“What do you want?” I say, blinking. “Was finally about to fall asleep, dickhead.”
“Not sure I believe that. Are your roommates around?”
“Don’t have any this semester.”
“Lucky you.”
“A couple of Onyx guys went to study abroad in France. Why are you asking?”
He steps closer toward my bed and that fire that ripped through me earlier is an inferno, now.
He looks so good I hate it.
Wearing my clothes and running one hand through his hair, which is still slightly damp and messy, with dark locks sticking up in a bunch of directions. It’s a halo above the riot of colorful ink all across his body.
I swallow past a tight throat, clutching my bedsheets over myself like I’ll be exposed if I let go.
I lick my lips, and clear my throat. “You said you’d quit bugging me.”
“I lied,” he says with a lazy shrug, cocking his head to one side as he looks at me.
He comes to sit on the edge of my bed and I feel the mattress sinking under his weight. He’s so close now that I can smell a sweet hint of whiskey on him.
“Didn’t say you could sit,” I mutter.
“Want me to spend the night?”
I furrow my brow. “Sevan.”
“I wouldn’t do anything bad. Only good things,” he says, and I twitch as I feel his hand slide under the covers.
He pushes the sheets downward and cooler air suddenly hits my torso. I sleep shirtless and I’ve never cared about that until right this moment.
His fingertips land on my lower stomach, just above the waistband of my sweatpants. He runs them through the small trail of hair that leads lower, and I pull in a breath.
Then all at once he reaches lower and palms my cock.
He moans as he gives it a tight squeeze through the cotton and I shut my eyes for a moment, shame flooding my body.
“Fuck’s sake,” I protest.
“Knew it.Knewit.”
My skin feels hot even in the cool air.
Sev leans over and gets close to my face, still squeezing at my cock through the sweatpants as he stops a couple of inches above my face.