Space, not running away—there was a difference.
Especially if he wanted more. I just had to figure out what more would look like to him. Tossing my clothes on the bed, I put my gym shoes on and headed for the door. There were so many questions running through my head, and so many things I didn’t know about him. Submissive? Gay? Straight? Curious? I was going to have to figure some of it out, just to be able to push him out of my head.
And I was really going to have to start locking that door—or at least shutting it all the way.
There was no point in scaring off a functional roommate if he was just surprised and not actually as curious as I thought he was. Hell, there was no way I was that wrong. He was curious…I just wasn’t sure about what.
As I walked by his door, I couldn’t help calling out. “I’m heading to the gym. Wait if you need help moving something.”
Maybe it came out rougher and more forceful than I’d intended; however, considering how hard I still was, that had to be expected. But it certainly didn’t account for the breathy, “Yes, Sir” that came from Reece’s bedroom.
Fuck.
What was he doing in there?
The images of what might be going on in his room followed me out the door as I tried to get my raging erection under control. I might not get arrested for indecent exposure, but there was no way I could work out while I was as hard as I was. Unfortunately, I had a feeling it was going to be a common problem in the weeks to come. At least, until I could figure shit out.
****
Exercise hadn’t helped. If anything, I was more frustrated and confused than when I’d left. Running worked my body, but it left too much room in my brain. I’d tried to focus on work and the reports I needed to go over, but it wasn’t any use.
By the time I got home, my cock was under control, but everything else in me was running in circles. Walking in, I let the door swing shut and headed back toward the bedrooms. Reece’s bedroom door was open, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
His room looked good. The furniture was solid wood and didn’t look straight out of the dorms, but his bed was slightly off from the wall, and the nightstands were on the opposite wall. He was clearly still organizing, but at least he’d followed directions and waited for help to move the furniture.
Telling myself it didn’t mean anything that he’d followed my instructions, I headed toward the kitchen. Thinking back, I couldn’t remember if I’d seen a car in Reece’s spot in the garage. As I got closer to the kitchen, I heard Reece talking to himself.
“No, that won’t work. It’ll be too hard to grab when I need it.” There was some low grumbling that I didn’t understand, but then I smiled as I heard, “Just a few more fuckin’ inches. Would that have been too much to ask for?”
Yes. Especially since I liked the way he looked.
Walking up to the door, I leaned against the frame and watched as he bent over, sorting through a box. He hadn’t been kidding about wanting space in the kitchen. My empty cabinets had probably been theonlything that he’d been interested in.
“You’re only interested in my kitchen, I knew it.” I was teasing, but he jumped up and blushed.
“I, um, I’m sorry about—”
I knew what he was going to say, so I jumped in. Not wanting the awkward apology, I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. I need to remember to close the door better.”
“If you’re…” He trailed off, clearly not sure what to say.
“I’m sure.” Trying to change the subject, I glanced down at the boxes. “You weren’t kidding when you said you had kitchen stuff.”
He laughed and shrugged, finally starting to look more at ease. “I like to…I’ve had fun cooking for my past girlfriends.” Reece blushed faintly, clearly embarrassed by something.
Girlfriends meant straight. But the way he’d looked at me left questions about that.
“Well, if you need someone to eat the leftovers, I’m your guy.” I smiled as he glanced around, giving me a you’re-kidding look.
“I might need to get a few things cleaned up first. Some groceries would probably help too.”
“Yes, I’m not sure I have enough to make a real meal. The leftover Thai food is still good if you’re hungry.” I laughed as Reece grimaced.
“That’s just wrong. Thai food is easy to cook. There’s no reason to order out for it.” He looked at me like I was a teenager eating take-out pizza for every meal.
I snorted; his horrified expression was too cute. “It is if you have no idea how to make it, and even less desire to learn.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll make it for you. Having you order out like that would just make me crazy.” He started to reach back down into the boxes. “Once I get everything put away, I’m going to go to the grocery store. Is there anything else you want?”
