Page 9 of Enslaved

Chapter Five

There was no confusion.That was the scary part. Court woke up in Heath’s arms with his face pressed against Heath’s chest. He knew exactly where he was. Court didn’t try to remedy the situation. In fact, he subtly snuggled closer. At least, he thought he did until Heath’s arms tightened around him. That was when he realized Heath’s arm was shoved beneath his shirt, skin on skin, as seeking warmth. From there, his mind cleared even more. Court had a majority of the couch while Heath hung on for dear life. Court also had the entirety of the blanket and the only throw pillow. Poor Heath was in the most uncomfortable, cramp-inducing position Court had ever seen. He smiled. Heath obviously had done everything possible to keep him comfortable and not wake him.

“I have some things to take care of this morning, but I’ll be back this afternoon.”

Court’s smile grew. He didn’t know how Heath knew he was awake. “I love how you assume I’m free today.”

“Are you?”

“Yes.”

The soft chuckle that rumbled from Heath’s chest felt good caressing his ears. “Then I’ll be back this afternoon.”

Oddly, Court didn’t want him to leave.

Heath made no move to get up, even though he had to be uncomfortable as hell.

Court was hyperaware of every place their bodies touched, which was basically everywhere, considering how they were squished together on the couch. Heath was hard, but it was likely morning wood, and he wasn’t being disrespectful. It was nice to simply be held, even if it was only so Heath didn’t fall off the couch. He searched his mind for a way to make the moment last a little longer.

“What do you want to do today?”

“Nothing.”

Court laughed at Heath’s answer. “But you’re coming back today?”

“Yes.”

He confused Court. “You want to do nothing together?”

“Yes.”

Well, fuck. Court kind of wanted to punch him for turning out to be a nice guy. “Okay.”

Heath still didn’t move.

Court didn’t either. Minutes ticked by. They silently cuddled. Court listened to the steady beat of Heath’s heart.

“I really have to pee, but I’m too comfortable to move.”

A laugh burst from Court. “How in the hell are you comfortable in your position?”

He felt Heath shrug. “I’m holding you.”

Oh no. He was in trouble. Everything felt too good. This would not end well for Court. Yet, he couldn’t stop. “Run to the bathroom and come back. I won’t move.”

“We’d never get in this position again.”

Court couldn’t stop smiling. The entire situation was just so damn ridiculous. There was an intimacy that would break whenthey moved. Court couldn’t stop himself from taking advantage before that happened. His fingers found their way beneath Heath’s shirt. His lips found Heath’s collarbone.

“Did you ask yourself how you could make this situation worse and then let the intrusive thoughts win?”

Court pushed him off the couch. “There, the demons won. Now you can go to the bathroom.”

From the floor, Heath smiled up at him like an idiot. He was sleep-mussed and real. So fucking real. For the first time, Court knew he stared at the genuine version of Heath. He didn’t know if he could survive him.

Heath rolled to his knees and jogged to the bathroom. He looked adorable. The most terrifying thought of all hit. He wanted more.

Heath made his way through the casino he knew like a second home. He wasn’t a gambling addict like Drue or Wayne. Heath was just wealthy and bored. Plus, Saul was his friend. Saul ran several casinos in town. He was definitely the place to start. Heath had texted him before coming. That way, he wouldn’t have to hunt for the guy.

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