Page 23 of Not So Casual

Throwing my head to the side, I groan, debating on the best way to sneak out of here. I close my eyes, thinking back to last night. The way Alexander can play my body like an instrument. The dirty words he says to me to get me riled up. How he can take me apart and make me crave more of him with the simplest of touches.

Getting up, I find my clothes on the ground and shove them on quickly. Tip-toeing to the door, I wince when the door squeaks open. I shuffle down the hallway, sneaking past the kitchen, when his voice stops me.

“Come sit down, Elias.”

A whimper escapes my mouth at the sound of his commanding voice. My feet automatically stop, and I turn toward the kitchen, walking over and sitting down at the counter. Huffing, I hang my head like a kid who has just been caught doing something wrong.

“Here. You need to eat.”

He sets down a plate in front of me and my mouth waters at the good smelling food. There’s an omelet that’s topped with onions, peppers and mushroom, all of it covered in a generous amount of cheese. Next to the omelet, he’s added a couple pieces of sausage and bacon. I love all food, but breakfast is my favorite. I could eat breakfast at any time of the day.

“Damn, Alexander. This looks so good. Thank you.”

“No problem. Now eat.”

Rolling my eyes, I take a small bite, moaning when the flavors burst on my tongue.

“First dinner, now breakfast. A guy could get used to this.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, my eyes widen, and I want to grab them and stuff them back in. Fucking idiot. Alexander wants casual, and that was not casual. He chuckles but doesn’t say anything, and I want the floor to swallow me whole.

“What are your plans for today?” he asks, grabbing the juice next to him and pouring some into the glass in front of me.

“Um. Nothing.” I take a sip of the drink, loving the crispness of the apple as it hits my tongue.

“I was going to head out for a run. Do you want to join me?”

“A run? Really? What part of my body looks like I run?” I use my hand to gesture up and down, drawing attention to my body.

Alexander licks his lips, scanning me from head to toe. Goosebumps raise on my skin from his ogling, and I preen when his eyes finally reach mine.

“Or we could do some other type of cardio.” He winks, grinning widely at me.

“I don’t have anything for a run.” Looking down at myself, I take in the clothes I wore last night, knowing this won’t do if he plans to go running.

“I have some clothes you can borrow.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he asks, disbelief lacing his tone.

“Let’s do it.”

Alexander disappears into his room, before returning with an outfit for me to wear. He hands me compression pants and a top, as well as a beanie and gloves since it’s cooler out. A short while later, we take off in front of his building. He guides us down streets, keeping a leisurely pace as we weave in and out of the crowds.

He’s running in front of me, my dick chubbing up, watching the way his ass works in his tight pants. Running with your dick hard? 0/10 do not recommend.

We reach a park where we finally slow down, just walking side by side.

“How often do you run?” I breathe out, grabbing his arm so he slows his walk.

“A few times a week. Do you run?”

“No.” Me and running do not mix. This little excursion proves how much I suck at it.

“No? Then why come?” He looks at me bewildered.

Shrugging, I say, “sounded like fun. It’s good to do new things sometimes.”

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