Because you like him.
I shake the thought away and slip out of bed, bolting for the bathroom before he fully wakes up. After last night, I’m not putting myself in a position where I have to refuse him.
Because, if I’m honest with myself? I’m not sure I can.
I go through the same routine. Brush teeth. Wash face. Change.
By the time I peek out, Matty’s gone. Good.
I sprint to the closet, and yank open drawers, grabbing another pair of sweatpants. He’s running low. I need to ask Dotty to do a load. What will I even wear when he runs out?
You could wear nothing He’d love that.
Fully dressed, I step out of the closet, and nearly scream.
Matty stands at the entrance.
“You scared the crap out of me! I didn’t even hear you come in.”
He grins.Grins.Like we’re normal. Like last night never happened. Like he didn’t have his hand in my panties, didn’t claim me, didn’t promise I’d beg for him.
Does he have short-term memory loss?
He holds something out. “A caramel macchiato. Dotty showed me how to make it.”
I stare at the mug. He brought me coffee?
He just smiles, sweetly and innocently.
My brain short-circuits. What in the fuck is happening right now?
“I thought you didn’t know how to use the other coffee machines.”
His smirk deepens. “An old dog can always learn new tricks with the right incentive.”
I gawk at him.
Is heflirting?
I feign ignorance, grab the coffee, and take a sip, then instantly regret it. A moan slips out before I can stop it.
Fuck.
My eyes shoot to his. Direct eye contact.
But he doesn’t react. No smug smirk. No shift in posture. Nothing.
What the fuck?
“Is it up to your standard?” He asks, still all sunshine and rainbows.
My brain is breaking.
Last night he was feral, completely losing control over me. Now, he’s acting like we’re roommates.
I glance down and am relieved to see the outline of his hard cock. Not that I was looking. Not that I care.You care.
I flick my gaze back up. He’s still smiling. Like nothing is out of the ordinary.
