“Sorry,” he mumbles. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’ve never really been this sensitive before, and nothing even remotely sexual happened in my dream, so I don’t understand what’s happening right now.”
“If it doesn’t go away soon, maybe I’ll call Calliope and ask her if she knows something that could help.”
Keagan groans. “God, that’s embarrassing, but I guess so.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a natural reaction.”
“Not in this situation. I shouldn’t be feeling anything like this right now.”
“Is it just your body, or is it your mind, too?”
His brow furrows as he seems to be considering my question. Then his cheeks turn bright red and he looks away from me.
“Keagan?”
He blows out a breath. “Seems to be something going on in my mind.”
Interesting. “I’ll go order the sandwiches.”
He nods, wringing his hands together.
I leave Keagan in the living room and walk to the kitchen to put a little space between us. I’ve experienced a lot of things in my time as a Soul Chaser, but I’ve never had one of my targets have a dream and then wake up a total horndog.
It’s distracting, to say the least, but I try to put it out of my mind and focus on the task at hand.
First dinner, then I need to figure out how to get back to Keagan’s house without leaving him alone. I know he’s scared, but maybe I can get him to put enough trust in Calliope’s spell that he’ll feel safe in the house, even if I’m not here.
After ordering the sandwiches, I fill up a glass with water and bring it out to Keagan. He’s still sitting on my couch with his hands between his legs, rubbing his erection through his jeans. His eyes are closed, his lips parted, and he looks like he’s heading towards an orgasm. I should walk away and give him privacy, but I’m absolutely fascinated by what could be causing this in him.
He opens his eyes, suddenly focusing on me. “Come here.”
“What?”
“Come over here, Wilder. Please.”
Tentatively, I walk over and sit next to him on the couch. “You okay?”
He nods as his teeth sink into his plush bottom lip. “I’m good.”
“Are you still feeling weird?” I ask, though I’m pretty sure I know the answer.
He shakes his head and actually licks his lips. “No, I feel fine. Good, in fact.”
“Okay, well, the food should be here in about twenty minutes.”
“Food?” His eyes are trained on my lips.
“I ordered dinner, remember?”
“Oh, right, yeah. I remember.” He laughs softly, but the sound comes across hollow.
“Keagan, are you sure you’re okay? Is something going on that I should know about?”
“Like what?” he asks as he scoots a little closer to me.
