“Hmm? But it’s your grandfather’s.”
“It’s not my style anyway. It’s yours.”
I make a sound that I hope conveys how pleased I am, but the way Sev’s rubbing my back again now is making me fall asleep like a baby. I know soon enough, he’s going to get up and go back to the living room.
I doze off peacefully, falling into a pure, dreamless sleep.
Too good.
And I like it way, way too much.
But the next time I open my eyes, my limbs feel heavy, and there’s already very bright light shining through the window.
It’s morning.
And Sevan is still right there behind me, asleep.
Fuck.
14
Sevan
“Give me your ass again,” I mutter softly, still half-asleep, fumbling in front of me with my eyes closed. I want to push my morning wood up against Weston’s ass and it’s gone missing, suddenly, and in my sleepy state I’m very annoyed by that.
But when I squint and open my eyes, I immediately realize the mistake we’ve made.
Weston’s wide awake.
And there’s panic on his face.
I can already hear the sound of Mom loading up the coffee machine out in the kitchen.
“Holy shit,” Wes mumbles.
I sigh. “Don’t kill me.”
“You fell asleep in here?” he says, his voice rising many decibels.
“If you start talking that loudly then it’s only going to be worse, Wes. Relax.”
He groans.
I get up, run my hands through my hair to make it look less sloppy, and glance back at Wes.
“Just go,” he says.
“You sure you don’t want to fuck real quick first?”
He looks like he’s about to explode, and the corner of my mouth comes up in a wicked grin.
“I know I did a nice thing for you yesterday, but that doesn’t mean I won’t murder you today,” Wes says.
“I wasjoking, Sheriff. We’re fine.”
I step out into the hall and quietly close the door behind me.
I make my way out into the kitchen and just past Mom, over in the corner, is Niko. Standing up, bright-eyed and very awake, already wolfing down a banana.