Page 47 of Cade

Weston motioned to a door that connected his room to another.

“You can take the other bed tonight if you like. I don’t want you to feel like certain things are... expected,” he said the words carefully, clearly. Like he had that first morning when he’d told me sex didn’t matter.

And suddenly I understood, that it did matter to him.

He just didn’t know how to accurately express that, because in his mind it made him unattractive. It made him needy, clingy, and everything that would drive a person away.

Oh, Weston.

I popped open the first container and opened the plastic spoon from its wrapping on the side, handing it to Weston.

“I appreciate that. But maybe for now, we just... relax. Okay?” I asked.

Weston pulled the ice cream from me, our fingers brushing; his warm against my cold hand.

“Okay.” He nodded as he dug in.

I watched him slowly pull the spoon out of his mouth, his eyes fluttering in pleasure and he groaned. Immediately, my brain pushed forth the image of him doing such a thing with my cock in place of that spoon.

Fuck, now I’m hard.

That didn’t take long.

I grunted in response as I turned away, both to shift my erection and grab my ice cream. Weston plopped himself on the bed, kicking his legs out. I realized at that moment that he’d also kicked his shoes off, and his bright, “Fuck Around & Find Out” socks pulled my attention. It was a quirky thing to see, amidst his finely tailored, dark slacks and his button up shirt.

It was actually kind of cute.

“Nice socks,” I teased him.

Weston only wiggled his toes and raised his eyebrows. “That’s my motto in life, Cade. Fuck around and find out.”

I shook my head as I took my seat next to him.

“You’re something else, you know that,” I said as Weston turned the tv on, channel flipping. I dove in for a bit of ice cream.

“One hundred percent. And now you know it too,” he said with a smile, settling on...

Of course he’d pick Star Wars Phantom Menace.

Could this man be any more perfect?

The movie had already started, so it was in the middle, but I didn’t care. I took another bite of my ice cream as Weston did the same.

I leaned in closer, just a bit as the cold set in. Weston stiffened from the contact, as if he was afraid, but of what I wasn’t sure.

Instinctively, I curled a little closer, seeking his warmth, and almost immediately he eased up. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I yawned.

The Phantom Menace was always boring to me, and I found it hard to stay awake. The low hum of Weston’s breath, the rise and fall of his chest, the droning on of the movie dialogue, and a full stomach was too much to fight.

“Go to sleep Cade,” Weston whispered.

And I couldn’t fight his words, his command. I was really fucking tired.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered as I drifted off to sleep, warm and sated.

The last thought I had before sleep overcame me was that I was falling in love with this man, and that scared me more than any public speaking event.

Because Weston had made it abundantly clear Jasper Springs wasn’t his home, but as I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I dared to dream that maybe one day it could be.

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