This was better. So much better.
And also terrifying.
I looked down. The sheets covered me to the waist, but underneath, I was completely naked. My clothes were scattered across the floor. My shirt draped over the desk chair. My slacks in a heap near the door. One sock. I couldn’t see the other one.
And if that weren’t proof enough, there was atingling sensation humming deep inside me, spilling through me.
It had happened.
My face burned just thinking about it. About his hands. His mouth. The sounds he’d made. The way he’d looked at me as his dick entered my body and forever changed the nature of our tutoring.
The shower shut off, and my pulse kicked into overdrive.
The bathroom door opened, and Jason stepped out.
Naked.
Completely naked.
Water still beaded on his shoulders, hair dark and dripping. He moved without hesitation, like his body was just a fact of life.
He saw me awake and smiled. He looked a little shy, somehow, despite the nakedness. “Hey,” he said. “You sleep okay?”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
He crossed to the bed and sat on the edge, close enough that I could smell the soap on his skin. His hand found mine through the sheet, fingers threading together.
“I have practice in twenty minutes,” he said. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
We were holding hands. When had that become something we did? When had his hand learned the shape of mine?
“I should go anyway,” I managed. My voice came out rough. “Rowan will…”Notice I’m gone.Wonderwhere I spent the night. Ask questions I didn’t know how to answer yet.
Jason leaned in and kissed me.
It was brief and gentle. His mouth tasted like toothpaste.
When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine. “Tonight? Same time?”
I nodded. Speech was still beyond me.
His grin broke through, bright and unguarded. “It’s a date.”
“Yes,” I said. “Date. Good.”
He laughed at my eloquence and kissed me again, longer this time. Then he stood and crossed to his dresser, pulling out practice clothes.
I watched him dress. I couldn’t help it. The way he moved with all the unconscious confidence. He caught me looking and winked.
Heat flooded my face.
He grabbed his bag and paused at the door. “You don’t need to hurry. The guys won’t mind.”
I nodded. “I’ll just get dressed and go. Got classes.”
“See you tonight, Bennet.” His gaze lingered on me a moment longer, hesitation holding him there in the spot. I could see him debating with himself, deciding if risking his football career further was unwise.
“Go,” I said, smiling at him.