Cameron stood by the couch, the towel in one hand—naked.
Holy fuck.
My breath caught. I tried to look away, to focus on anything else, but my body betrayed me. My gaze lingered a second too long on Cameron’s half-hard cock before jerking my head up, eyes wide.
And Cameron noticed.
The air changed, a quiet hitch between one heartbeat and the next. Cameron’s smile faltered, and something flickered across his face.
Recognition.
The moment felt stretched, heavy with all the things I wasn’t supposed to think about. I turned back to the desk too quickly, my fingers striking random keys just to have a sound in the room.
“Sorry.” My voice shook a little. “I didn’t mean to?—”
“It’s fine. Really.”
The quiet that followed wasn’t comfortable anymore. It buzzed with awareness, with the memory of that look between us. I kept my back turned until the bathroom door closed once more, and the shower burst into life again.
I stared at the screen, seeing nothing but Cameron’s smooth, creamy skin, his broad chest and shoulders, and that gorgeous uncut dick, the foreskin pulled back a little to reveal the plump head. A deep Vee went from above Cameron’s hips to his groin, drawing the eye down to the tight patch of dark curls around the root, the sac hanging low, just visible behind his shaft.
I saw something else too, the expression that had crossed Cameron’s face, half surprise, half understanding.
I pressed a hand to my forehead and exhaled.
Whatever this was between us, it was no longer simple.
And no amount of rules would make it so again.
Cameron
The bathroom door clicked shut behind me, and I leaned against it, my heart hammering.
I’d meant it as a tiny push, a test of that careful wall Theo kept around himself. But the second I saw Theo’s eyes widen and then flick away, my own pulse had gone wild.
What was I thinking?I didn’t know whether to leave or die of shame.
Ihadn’tbeen thinking, that was the problem. I’d been running on curiosity and nerves, aching to be seen by the one person who never seemed to let himself look.
Now I couldn’t tell whether I’d just made a fool of myself or set something alight.
I climbed into the shower and went through the motions of washing, functioning on autopilot. I couldn’t push Theo’s startled gaze from my memory. By the time I’d finished, the mirror fogged by steam, the spike of adrenaline that had lanced through me was gone, leaving my face and neck flushed, my eyes bright.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Except I wasn’t. What gnawed at me was the uncertainty.
For the first time since moving in, Theo had looked at me without that careful neutrality he always wore. And for one impossible heartbeat, I could have sworn there’d been more than surprise or confusion there.
Something wary.
Did I imagine seeingwantin those blue eyes? Or is that simply wishful thinking?
I rinsed my face with cold water, trying to steady my breathing.
It had been reckless, I knew that. But I also knew I’d witnessed the tiniest crack in Theo’s composure, and the truth was, it hadn’t scared me.
It had thrilled me.