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CHAPTER FOUR

BRODY

Something changedin Miller when we woke up from our nap. Thank god I’d set my alarm, otherwise we’d have slept right through the stupid dinner thing. And it certainly didn’t help matters when we woke up very pressed together.

I had no problem with intimacy with him. We’d always been close—the touchy-feely kind of best friends. It’s just who we were. I hugged him all the time. I’d shared a bed with him before, dozens of times.

Never woke up with my leg over him and a raging hard-on though.

That was new.

Maybe my dick sent the wrong messages to my brain, looking for any kind of action. It’d been a while for me, and Miller was a warm body...

A warm body with a six-pack and hard muscles and sharp angles.

No softness, no breasts, no floral body sprays, no siree.

He was . . . definitely a man.

And I could appreciate a man’s body. I knew when a guy was hot, when he was looking fine.

But I’d never beenattractedto a man before. Except Miller, these last few months when it felt like he’d been avoiding me and I’d missed him like crazy. Wanted to touch him, imagined touching him, pulling him against me and hugging him like we used to do. Feeling him against me.

I’d never wanted to explore that with justanyguy. Miller, sure. But that was normal, right? I’d never once wanted to take a dude home. But the idea of pressing up against Miller in bed right now, gripping his hip, and sinking my cock into his warm, tight heat....

I shot out of that bed so fast, I almost gave myself an erection injury.

Because what the fuck?

It took a second for me to catch my breath.

My dick was just sending mixed signals, nothing else.

Warm body, too long since I’d had sex, nothing more.

I avoided all eye contact in the bathroom mirror and had the coldest shower I could stand.

It took care of my not-so-small problem anyway.

Until Miller walked in, still half asleep, scratching his head. “I need to piss,” he mumbled. He didn’t look at me being very naked in the shower. He just stood at the toilet, relieved himself, then washed his hands.

And never once did he look at me.

Now, we’d shared bathrooms before, no big deal, and I was pretty sure he’d never looked at me any of those times either.

So why did it bother me so much that he didn’t look at me this time?

“Hurry up or we’ll be late. I need to get in after you,” he said as he walked out.

And for some deluded, fucked-up reason, I almost told him to join me.

And my dick was totally on board with that.

What—and not for the first time today—the ever-loving fuck?

I shut off the hot water and stood under the cold water until my dick behaved.

Christ.

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