Page 11 of More Than a Spark

“Morgan…” He tapped his plump lips, his gaze flicking around the room, then focusing on me. “Oh yeah. She was the one with the mole by her pussy.” He sniggered.

I joined him with a laugh, my shoulders shaking. “Why the hell is a gay guy remembering something like that?” I’d been drunk when I’d told him about her.

“Because a guy I hooked up with had a mole on his balls and it reminded me of it.” He stuffed food into his mouth.

“Maybe Morgan and your guy should get together. Then they’d have mole babies.” I snorted and covered my mouth with the back of my hand. Okay, juvenile, but so what.

Milo snickered and shook his head. “We’re so bad.”

“Yeah, but that’s why I love you.” I hooked an arm around his shoulder and hugged him to my chest, the familiar scent of his coconut shampoo drifting into my nose. He smelled like home. My heart warmed. As I freed him, his grin waned, and his gaze met mine.

He cleared his throat. “Love you too, man.” He ate the last of his dinner.

* * *

After cleaning up the dishes,we settled into the couch with more beers and powered up the television. “So, stand up?” I opened the Netflix app and perused the comedians.

“Sure.” He sank lower into the couch and leaned against my side. “I think I’m getting a little drunk.”

I looked him over. His crop top slid up to the bottom of his pecs, exposing all the muscles of his abs. I flicked my tongue over my lips. God, there was something about his body that was so different from Tate’s and just…better. I’d never noticed before, or had I? “I’m getting pretty tipsy, too.”

“You should stay the night.” His breath snagged and his gaze cut to mine. “I mean, you know, so we can keep having fun and don’t have to worry about you driving home.”

I stared at him a moment. Would we sleeptogether? In his bed? My cock tingled and swelled.Fuck. I pulled my t-shirt over my groin and set my beer on top. Maybe the coldness of the beer would stop my boner. “Sure.” I gave a stammering laugh. “I-I can sleep on the couch. It seems pretty comfy.”

Dipping his head, he gnawed his lower lip. “I-I don’t know if Jeremy would want you sleeping on his nice couch.” He refocused on me, holding the side of his lip under his teeth.

“Oh, this is Jeremy’s couch.” I brushed my hand over the cushion next to me. Why exactly did that matter? Was heaskingme to sleep with him? My pulse kicked in my chest. Alcohol and sleeping with him might lead to—“You know, I can leave my car here and Uber home.” I winced. Why the fuck did I blurt that out?

He shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, guess so.”

This was getting awkward. “I mean, where else would I sleep? In your bed?” I forced a grin. Back in high school, this wouldn’t have been an issue. I’d slept in his bed with him millions of times when we’d had sleepovers and he’d slept in mine. It wasn’t weird in any way. Maybe it still wasn’t an issue for him, but for me? I pressed my lips together.

With a soft giggle, he fell into my side and pressed his forehead to my shoulder. “You can sleep on the couch if you want. Jeremy won’t mind, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, okay.” With soft smile, I studied him. Was he as conflicted as I was about this? It shouldn’t need a huge discussion.

His gaze lifted to meet with mine. “You can sleep wherever you want, okay? I’ll leave it up to you.” His gaze darted to my lips, then away. “It’s not like we’ve never slept together.”

Shit.“Yeah, I know.” I drank a gulp of beer. “It’s no big deal, right?” I cringed inside. Except it was sort of a big deal. To me.

“Yeah, no big deal.” He grabbed the remote from the television, then picked a comedian I hadn’t heard of and started the show. “Let’s watch something random. Then we won’t know what to expect.” He flashed a wicked grin at me.

“Sounds good.” As I focused on the television, he leaned into me, his body heat tingling over my skin. I threw my arm over the back of the couch, around his shoulders.

He edged closer into my side. “It’s been a long time. This is nice.”

“Yeah, it is.” It wasn’t the first time we’d cuddled while watching television either. But this time, it felt different. I focused on the male comic, pacing across a stage.

* * *

As a bang floatedover my ears, I fluttered my eyes open and stared at a ceiling. Where was I?

“Dudes, look at you two.” Silas stepped to us, hand in hand with Cash, a smirk sprawled across his face.

“Oh, aren’t they cute.” Cash held his hand over his heart.

Fighting to get my wits about me, I hugged something warm to my chest, then peered down.

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