Weston isn’t there when I get back to his room.
I look around like I’m investigating a new planet, because I may as well be on Neptune. Weston keeps his room like a picture-perfect rental, as if he’s preparing to show it for a magazine.
He has hats neatly placed on wooden hooks along the wall. Framed art, pictures, and posters above his bed. Lamps that look like they belong in a designer’s home. His sheets aren’t the usual grey crumpled ones in most guys’ dorm rooms, but instead a cozy navy blue plaid with good stitching.
Never knew a jock as prim and proper as him, but apparently that’s actually how Weston Knox lives.
But you dropped all of that formality the moment my cock was inside you.
You became an animal for me.
The way his whole body responded when I had my hand on his neck… the way heneededmy cock, too. If I wasn’t spent I’d be hard again now just thinking about it.
I hear footsteps on the floorboards behind me and Wes comes into the room a moment later, shutting the door behind him.
His hair is wet.
He’s wearing a plush, fancy shower robe that’s tan with white accents.
“You’re still here,” he says.
He seems utterly bewildered by that fact.
“You showered off and you didn’t come to do it with me?” I tease him.
He gets that skittish look on his face for a moment, like he doesn’t know if I’m joking or not.
“There’s another bathroom down the hall, and I just used that one.”
He walks past me smelling incredibly fresh. I drop the towel around my waist and look for the clean clothes he lent me, and he comes behind me and goes to hang my dropped towel on a hook.
Proper, proper.
As I’m tugging on the sweatpants I see him eyeing me, watching what I’m doing like he’s waiting for… something.
Waiting for some sort of permission, maybe.
“Wes,” I tell him, and his eyes go from my abs back to my eyes again. “Do you want me to spend the night here?”
He blinks like he’s snapping out of a trance.
Suddenly the Weston I remember is in front of me again, and he gives me a scowl, becoming combative like he usually is.
“You don’t need to act like I’m a lost little lamb in the woods. I can hook up with someone and not need to be spooned to sleep.” He pauses for a moment, pulling in a breath before he continues. “I came. You came. We can both just go back to our lives now.”
He turns toward his dresser and removes his robe, facing away from me.
His body is so much better than I ever knew it would be. I knew Weston was fit, but he has an ass that should be fuckingillegal. I never thought I’d be lingering on another guy’s ass like this, but it’s impossible not to stare.
He tugs on soft-looking sleep shorts and glances back at me.
“I’m going to stay the night,” I say.
“Sev,” he protests, and the slight begging whine in his tone is like catnip to me.
“Lie to me and tell me you’d rather sleep alone. I’m tired. I just want to pass out here. Is that such an awful prospect to you?”
“Thought it would be your worst nightmare. Not verylone wolfof you.”