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Reaching over the side of the bed, he grabbed for whatever item of clothing he could find and came up with a shirt. He cleaned himself off with it and threw it back on the floor. He rolled onto his back to avoid the wet spot on the bed and threw an arm across his face, eyes falling shut.

He heard Miles taking care of the condom, the sound of it landing in the trash can making his lips twitch. Miles padded back across the room, and then the mattress dipped.

He pulled his arm away, and when Miles collapsed next to him on the bed, he couldn’t help but smile at howdeliciously debauched he looked. His hair was plastered to his face, sweat pearling all over his flushed skin. His jaw was slack as he drew in deep breath after deep breath, his chest heaving. He looked fucking gorgeous like that.

Miles’s eyes opened, and he turned his head, catching Kaz’s gaze. He got lost in amber depths, and a weird feeling settled in his chest. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, only that it felt right.

Miles shocked the hell out of him when he turned onto his side and reached for Kaz, a hand sliding into his hair, settling at the back of his head as he pulled Kaz against his body.

He rested his cheek against Miles’s chest, sliding a leg between Miles’s, and listened to the heartbeat under his ear. It was still rapid, but it was slowing along with Miles’s breathing.

Neither of them spoke. What the hell could they say anyway?

He squeezed his eyes closed and breathed in the smell of sex and Miles, loving the heady mix. If he’d thought that first kiss was addicting, he didn’t even have words to describe how desperately he needed Miles to fuck him again. To hold him, just like this.

CHAPTER SIX

Kaz

WAKING UP to a sleeping Miles wrapped around him was surreal. The fact that he wanted to burrow even closer? Hold on tighter? He wasn’t sure what the fuck was happening but as much as it terrified him, he couldn’t deny how much he wanted it. How much he wanted Miles.

He buried his nose in Miles’s hair, breathing in deeply, smiling as the scent of his minty shampoo filled his nose. He brushed Miles’s hair off his forehead, something clenching in his chest at the sight of a relaxed and sleeping Miles. He might even like the sight of that more than an angry and worked-up Miles. Not more than that fiery look in his eyes as he’d fucked him into oblivion, though. He wasn’t sure anything would ever top that.

His lips twitched at the thought.

He extracted his arm from under Miles’s head and pulled the sheets back up over Miles once he got to his feet. He shook his head at himself, unsure what exactly he was feeling because this wasn’t the usual satisfaction after a good fuck. It felt like more somehow. It felt like something had changed.

Miles was deep asleep and didn’t stir while Kaz dressedin shorts and a T-shirt. He shrugged into his cut and glanced at Miles’s sleeping form before heading out of the door. He walked down the stairs and cringed when the smell of booze and sweat filled the air. Someone had cleaned up the bar but there were still empty bottles and bowls of abandoned snacks on the coffee tables.

He crossed the room, nodding at the few people who’d gotten up and were sprawling on the couches. He pushed open the door to the kitchen and nearly collided with Miles’s dad, Nash. He stepped back to let Nash through the door.

“Hey, Kaz,” Nash said, giving him a warm smile. “Have you seen Miles?”

“Yeah. I think he’s still asleep.”Someone had worn him out last night.He didn’t say that, though. “He crashed with me yesterday.”

“Oh?”

The surprise on Nash’s face was to be expected. Despite their parents trying their best to force them to become besties over the years, they hadn’t exactly succeeded. Or perhaps they’d really superseded their expectations, considering what the two of them had done yesterday. Not to mention early this morning. That was a handjob he’d likely never forget. Not when he’d made Miles damned near yell his name. Miles had muffled it by biting into Kaz’s shoulder and leaving behind a bruise, which was the only reason he’d bothered to put on a shirt this morning.

“Zayne and a few of the others went to buy us all some breakfast. They should be back soon,” Nash said.

“Want me to go wake Miles?”

“If you wouldn’t mind?”

“No problem.”

It would only be a problem if anyone else went to wake Miles, considering he was very naked and in Kaz’s bed.

His dad carrying a big duffle bag caught his eye, reminding him that most of the guys were going on a run he hadn’t been invited to. He’d been pissed as all hell when he’d found out, but now a plan was starting to take form in his mind.

He already knew from texting with Emma yesterday that she was staying with her boyfriend because her and Miles’s parents were going on a one-week vacation starting tomorrow.

He looked back at Nash and smiled sweetly.

“I invited Miles to stay while you’re on vacation, so he doesn’t have to be home alone. I’m mostly gonna be spending my time here anyway,” he said with a shrug, trying to go for nonchalant.

“You…? He said yes?” Nash asked, blinking at Kaz.

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