Page 16 of Heat Transfer

“Felix,” he said again in a whisper-hiss.

The changing room curtain rattled and slid open, and Cor poked his head through. My brows drew together, but I clutched the suit I’d found and wandered toward him. What could be wrong? A slight panic filled his eyes, and a blush stained his cheeks.

“What’s going on?” I kept my voice low.

“Come in here,” he murmured.

Curiosity bubbled up inside me, and I cast a glance back to make sure the owner wasn’t watching. He was busy staring out the window up front, so I slipped into the dressing room.

Minimal space existed between us here, and all too quickly, at least part of the conundrum grew apparent.

“Where are your clothes?” I asked. Cor wore a suit jacket and black boxer briefs…and that was it.

I’d seen him shirtless, but usually with a little distance between us. Up close, I was far too aware of how big the guy was—all broad shoulders, furry chest, and thick muscles, not the glamour kind. His thighs were massive too, and I licked my lips. Heat pulsed through me, which had occurred occasionally before, but I’d figured it was an adrenaline rush from sword fighting class.

Couldn’t blame that now.

My cock perked up, and yeah, I couldn’t argue that reaction either. Because right now, it was just me and Cor in a confined space, and he stared at me with those pleading blue eyes.

And fuck, he washot.

His gaze zeroed in on my lips, and the air intensified. I’d assumed he wasn’t into guys like me, so I’d blown off all the charged moments between us as friendly affection…but ever since he’d told me his type, it’d been brewing in my mind.

Because what he’d described was a little, no, a lot like me.

So maybe friends didn’t look at each other like they wanted to fuck. My bad.

“I’m stuck,” Cor said, the words barely audible. “The coat latched on to something, and when I try to move, it sounds like it’s going to tear.”

I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing because that wasn’t going to help, but I must not have done the best job. Cor shot me a firm look. My shoulders shook, and a snort escaped me.

The grin twitched on my lips, even as I tried to school my features into something serious. “Want me to try to extricate?”

“No, I want to be stuck here forever in a suit coat and my underwear,” Cor muttered.

I arched a brow. “Why did you strip down to try on a suit coat?”

He stared up at the ceiling. “Just get me free.”

Amusement bubbled through me as I slipped around his side. Even less space existed here, and I brushed up against him. My body was far too aware of how much skin showed on him and how close we were. My skin prickled, and I couldn’t ignore that my cock was far too happy with getting up into Cor’s space.

I braced a hand on his hip and peered around him. The suit coat had gotten stuck on a protruding nail in the wall. It was a delicate situation. If he leaned down, he’d rip the fabric.

“Well, you got yourself good and stuck.” I reached over to extricate the thread that kept him captive. “Luckily for you, I’ve got slender fingers.”

Even though my focus was on getting him unstuck, I couldn’t help but notice the way his boxer briefs clung to his ass. And it was an impeccable ass. Like ten out of ten, probably brought all the gay boys flocking to the yard. Apparently, the questionably straight boys too because I couldn’t stop looking at it.

“This is mortifying.” Cor’s cheeks were a stubborn red, which was cute as hell.

“Mortifying or adding some life spice?” I said, keeping things light. “Also, you’re almost free.”

“If this is life spice, I want the bland version.”

I finally got the thread unstuck, and the suit coat was no longer in danger of ripping. “You’re free. Use this power wisely, like maybe putting on the suit pants and a shirt before showing off how your suit fits.”

Cor flipped me the middle finger. I cackled and stepped out of the changing room. The sound must’ve attracted attention, because the older man was giving me a look from the front counter.

“Wardrobe malfunction,” I called. He made a tsking noise but altogether didn’t seem pissed, just mildly amused.

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