Page 140 of Snowed In

“Just a vibe, is all.”

He huffs and then his hand slips up to my face, turning me back so I’m forced to look at him.

“I definitely don’t think that about you…you’re just…intimidating is all.”

He looks almost shy as he says that, and my heart thumps awkwardly in my chest.

“And I know you don’t like me…”

I meet his stare and see those big blue eyes just watching me intently. Waiting for me to contradict him, but I don’t like him.

I really fucking hate him. His perfect face and his sexy body.

And what a fucking prude he is.

And the problem is, I really fucking hate how much I like him.

“Yeah, okay, you don’t have to say anything,” he says and then snuggles back into me, keeping quiet for far too long.

His silence doesn’t stop him from wiggling, though. He’s practically half on top of me when his knee grazes my hard dick and he freezes. Even stops breathing for a second, too.

“Ignore that,” I say gruffly. “Doesn’t mean shit.”

“Oh. Okay.”

And then he rubs against it some more.

“Seriously, Christian. What the fuck are you doing?”

He pauses and then shifts again, his knee still pressed against my hard cock.

“I um, well…I just…”

His words trail off, and I huff in frustration because that huff of breath hits my skin just right and I nearly burst apart.

“Are you hard because of me?” he finally whispers.

“Hell no. It’s just…biological or some shit.”

“Oh, okay,” he says, but doesn’t stop touching it. It’s almost like he’s fascinated by it.

“Seriously, Christian, stop stroking my cock.”

“I’m not—” he huffs. “I wasn’t.”

“Your knee is stroking it. Are you gay or some shit?” I ask, and he’s quiet for far too long. Then, with a huff, he scoots away from me. I feel the absence of him through my entire body. I’m despondent.

“Sorry about that. I won’t do it again,” he finally whispers, his body now inches away from mine.

I grumble under my breath as he starts shaking again.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s forgotten. Just come back before you freeze to death.”

He’s unsure about laying against me again, but he comes back to me minutes later, his body pressed against mine, his knee dreadfullyabsent from my dick.

Fucking sucks. Shouldn’t have said anything.

Should have kept my big mouth shut, but no. I had to go and ruin it.

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