“You like my cock, that’s why,” he teases me. “I’m flattered.”
“You like mine too.”
“I fuckingloveyour cock. That isn’t a secret, babe.”
My sleepiness fades all at once, just for a minute.
I launch into an attack.
I move to tackle him backward, pinning him back onto the bed as I get above him in a straddle.
“You said you were going to try to help me sleep,” I tell him.
“I will, I will, I promise,” he protests. “This isn’t making it any easier, though.”
I lie back down just as quickly as I got on top of him, because I can’t handle being in a position where I could envision him fucking me that easily.
I need to chill out.
Sev doesn’t want what I want.
And I’m only making myself crazier being so close to him, knowing I won’t be able to resist a single goddamn moment of his physical touch.
I bring the covers up near my face as if they’re armor protecting me from doing something bad.
“Good night, Sev. And don’t fuckin’ fall asleep in here, okay?”
“I won’t, I won’t,” he tells me.
I feel his hand come up and gently start to run his fingers through my hair again. I don’t complain about it, because it feels like heaven on Earth, and I can’t deny that.
He keeps doing it softly, and slowly.
I’ll never understand why it seems to be so much easier to fall asleep when Sevan’s there beside me, like his presence alone makes me feel steadier, like nothing could hurt me when he’s at my side.
If I told you that, would you freak?
“Wes,” he says quietly just as I’m about to nod off.
“Yeah?”
“I really didn’t want help,” he says, “but I’m glad you and Niko came anyway.”
I hate how good that makes me feel.
“It’s really no problem,” I mumble. “And your mom is great. She’ll be okay, even with the divorce.”
“I can’t imagine why she wants to date again. Can’t even fathom it.”
I breathe in a long, slow breath, feeling Sev’s fingers carding through my hair. “She’s just waiting for someone special.”
I’m silent again for a while, thinking of Sev’s room again now, all of the amazing trinkets he’s built or repaired.
“Y’know, I really do love your grandfather’s watch. You should wear it more often,” I murmur at him.
He hums as I feel him press a kiss to the back of my neck.
“You can have it. My gift.”