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He does that.” He rubs a finger idly over his upper lip. “Good kid, solid player too. He’s gay, though.”
Lol
Well, full disclosure, Troy here likes dick and he’s wildly out of control so unless you want to be on the receiving end of his inappropriate advances, try not to look him in the eye too often. He can smell fear.” Lawson tells him, dryly.
He doesn’t seem to be aware he’s doing it, which is endearing. Also, he has nice hands.
He smiles, and two dimples pop into place on his cheeks. Good lord, how did I not notice those before?
What the actual fuck is going on here.
“Uh.” I say, eloquently. Troy, who isn’t having an existential crisis about an abdomen, utilizes the patience of a saint and waits for me to form a coherent response. “I—uh, I walked.”
Well, give him a couple days to get settled before you ravish him.”
You could, probably. You know what else I noticed last night? Him watching you.”
“Also, I’m very cute.” He laughs, an authentic one this time, and I smile. “It’s the dimples.” He informs me. “What is?” “What makes you very cute.”
Once thing has become very clear during my week here—my roommate is very attractive and I have spent a lot of time noticing it.
and I just reached out and touched his head and he sighed. Also, his hair was soft. I knew it would be.”
“Sam kissed me.” He doesn’t react, and I rush to clarify. “On the mouth.”
“Yeah, but then I kissed him back. I really kissed him, with, like, tongue, and hands and stuff.” Corwin’s lips twitch but he remains resolute. “I know how kissing works.”
Let’s just move forward with the understanding that there will never be a time when I don’t want to kiss you.” He
You’re like one of those anatomical models used to teach people about human musculature.” I tell him. He lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “Talk dirty to me.”
Please.” He says sleepily, and I pause, unsure what he’s asking for. His eyes are heavy-lidded and there is a slight slur to his voice, as though he’s barely maintaining consciousness. “Stay?”
I’m not going to be one of those people that offer declarations of love after sex, but I swear to god in this moment I can feel the words like a tangible presence in the room.
He waves a hand through the air in a vague, please continue motion
His cheekbones are flushed with a pleasurable heat, and I reach up to run a thumb over the blush. “I’m fucking obsessed with this.”
